As Presley pulls the sunglasses free, the memory stutters to a start again, the muscheron spinning to a halt with his own pair of sunglasses.
The muscheron looks down. The bag's zipper pull is there, the zipper itself just barely undone.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaah," he yells, the fight reflex draining out of him in favor of flight. He drops his weapon and scurries over to yank at the zipper pull, straining with all his little might as the cat readies itself to pounce. Tooth by tooth, click by click, until the bag is just open enough to admit one (1) mushroom head.
"GIBBYE Z'KAL!" The muscheron hops in, butt first, wriggling and squeezing until he finally disappears under the flap. The little hole in the flap stays open, big enough for a muscheron-sized human (or muscheron) to slip through should they need to leave before that cat gets any closer.
[MEMORY COMPLETE! Now squeeze that linchpin through that portal back to Peckenpaugh, or stay here and get eaten by a cat. Two equally valid options.]
MEMORY: Move-In Day - COMPLETE!
The muscheron looks down. The bag's zipper pull is there, the zipper itself just barely undone.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaah," he yells, the fight reflex draining out of him in favor of flight. He drops his weapon and scurries over to yank at the zipper pull, straining with all his little might as the cat readies itself to pounce. Tooth by tooth, click by click, until the bag is just open enough to admit one (1) mushroom head.
"GIBBYE Z'KAL!" The muscheron hops in, butt first, wriggling and squeezing until he finally disappears under the flap. The little hole in the flap stays open, big enough for a muscheron-sized human (or muscheron) to slip through should they need to leave before that cat gets any closer.
[MEMORY COMPLETE! Now squeeze that linchpin through that portal back to Peckenpaugh, or stay here and get eaten by a cat. Two equally valid options.]