How to Avoid Death on a Daily Basis
I stuffed part of the sheet into his mouth, muffling his screams.
“Actually,” said Maurice, “I think they change them every—”
I kicked Maurice and kept the pressure on the druid’s face.
Tentacles burst through the sheet. They weren’t that big, the size of fingers, but long enough to freak me out. I jumped back, as did the others.
The druid freed himself from the laundered sheets, spitting and coughing, his face back to normal, tentacleless.
“Disgusting,” he said between gasping breaths. “You people are sick.”
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