Chapter 3: The Dang Cellar

The Sub-Guide had conked their head on the wall, and the light sputtered out. They said nothing. Berquist was conscious, which was great all things considered, so he pulled himself upright, shaking his dome to get rid of the lightless strobes that flashed before his eyes as he rubbed them.

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Chapter 2: You don't feel weird?

The night passed gaily, with nary a drop of rain, but when the inhabitants of Berquist’s house awoke, they were afrighted by a loud, ponderous crack of lightning. Berquist opened his eyes. His lobster claws rested beneath his lobster head, whose antenna-eyes stared straight at the ceiling. The lightning cracked ponderously again, as if it were thinking some very deep, very super serious thoughts. “Hmmmmmmmthwack!” went the lightning again.

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