“Wait, me or her?” Seymour blinked in surprise.
“You! Youasshole! You’re so mean!” Jerry plucked his left eyeball out of his head.
“Fuckin’ew!” Seymour balked. “Stop bein’ gross and I’ll stop bein’ mean!”
“Fuck you!”
“Fuck you, man!”
“Here! Enjoy!” Jerry snarled as he hurled his eyeball at Seymour.
“See! Nasty! Fuckin’ justnasty!” Seymour gagged as the eyeball hit his shirt and stuck there thanks to a thick coating of slime. It had come cleanly out of Jerry’s skull, like popping the yolk from the white of an egg. He jumped up and down trying to shake it off, not sure if he should actually touch it or not.
Day pounced, smacking it off and away with a fierce swing of her paw.
The eyeball bounced off and came to a sudden stop a few yards away.
“What the fuck was that?” Seymour groaned. “Seriously? Youreyeball? You’re throwin’ fucking eyeballs?”
Day hopped to the ground, and the fur on the back of her neck above the collar of her kimono stood up. She put herself in front of Seymour, saying, “No… That is not an eyeball.”
The eyeball twitched, doubled in size, and then cracked.
“The hell?” Seymour gasped.
Jerry flipped them off as he ran off into the distance, screeching, “Later, losers!”
“Losers? Hey! Fuck you! Come back here, you bald Bullwinkle lookin’ motherfucker!” ” Seymour shouted, already trying to chase after him. “I’m gonna fuckin’—”
Day grabbed Seymour’s hand, pointing at the doorway they’d come through. “We need to leave. Right now.”
“What? No! The brain is right there! I’m not?—”
The eyeball doubled in size again.
Andagain.
From the crack, something slick, scaly, and bright blue bulged outward. The eyeball then burst and a gigantic glittering snake uncoiled before them. It was thirty feet tall, thick as a school bus, and its long jaws were lined with rows of sharp teeth. There was a giant spike on the tip of its tail as long as Seymour was tall. It reared up like a cobra ready to strike and hissed, bright red eyes glowing furiously.
Seymour wheezed. “What in the fuckin’ Pokemon bullshit?—”
The snake monster opened its mouth and struck.
Right at Seymour.
He thrust the paddle forward, forcing it into the monster’s jaws.
The monster roared and shook its head, rearing back.
“Go!” Day screamed, grabbing Seymour’s arm and dragging him toward the door.
“Goin’, goin’, fuckin’ goin’! Seymour bolted. “The fuck is that thing?”
“A wyrm!” Day screamed. “It eats humans and?—”
“Fuckin’ figured!”
“Run!”
