See the drawing here https://www.instagram.com/p/C1aj0DvI23F/?igsh=b3psdHBzbXprYXlh
What happened when Bron jumped out from behind the curtain. When she did jump out, the two 'beings' turned towards her. To say that they were ugly would be a bold lie from a bald faced liar. This was not about beauty or ugliness, no, this was entirely different. If someone were to say they reminded them of walking dung heaps, then this might, I repeat might, be a tiny movement in the right direction. But no, that wouldn't even begin to grasp the nature of the two beasts occupying the space in front of B. If one were to say that what trickled and oozed in front of the curtain reminded one of a situation where perhaps one might encounter an opened barrel - a barrel that had once been used, let us say, in the 14th C, as a slop bucket outside the kitchen of a Grand Duke, after a banquet. Into the barrel had gone the bones, skin, feathers, spoiled fruit of different kinds, potatoes, lard, geese innards, dead dogs, mice and fish skins. Then a lid jammed down tight and buried deep, deep underground. Then opened six hundred years later. If one were to say this, then what had formed therein might be said to resemble the 'beings' that stood in front of Bron at that moment. B wanted to retch, but she stood firm, and swallowed as her gorge began to rise. As she did, she remembered the small metal object with the opening and the two chords coming from within the box. One of lime green, the other a dull orange. She scraped at her pocket with her hand which felt like a chicken claw, and pulled the object out, and held it in front of her, desperately trying to decide which cord Leo had told her to pull. Fukit she murmured and pulled one of them. The box began to vibrate in her hands, and she felt a tingling all over her body, especially her face, lips and eyeballs. The two walking latrines moved towards her. Shit, they don't seem to mind, she thought, and pulled the other cord, which was orange. Immediately the tingling stopped and the aliens stopped. They stopped oozing. Brill she thought, but began to back away. Now what, L. Didn't tell me what to do next. She watched as the two beasts began to disintegrate, all flaky and quickly drying out and going puffy and merely crumbling away to a dark grey dust that smelled of vanilla essence and orange blossom. Later on she sat with L in the small ante room of the flight deck of their craft, and told him about pulling the wrong cord, and the awful look of the beings, and how they reminded her of a pond she used to fish in as a child. Well, I suppose we got away with it, intoned L. What was the lime cord for? asked B. Oh, it was a megatron helix diopter recorder, for stimulating cell growth in certain lichens... Good thing you pulled the other, which cancelled that command. Otherwise you could have found yourself surrounded by moss and lichen, some of which can be a bit tardy when the current works on them - they can get a bit uppity and start to shove people about. They become emboldened and their egos go a bit bonkers. That light grey rock lichen from the tundra starts to speak Russian and tries to tap dance - quite off putting and can be in rather bad taste - for a lichen. Ha ha, B cackled and coughed and whistled then began to sing the Volga Boat Song. L. Set the controls, put on a tape of Dylan singing Please Come Crawl Out Your Window, and they set off for planet Earth, well, actually Mars, cos they had to stop-off to get some milk and biscuits. '... Use your hands and legs it won't ruin you, how can you say it will haunt you, when blah blah etc etc....'
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