Zed lowered his plasma rifle and retracted his visor. “What have you done?”
Lyriane trained her elven bow on the swirling pool of ichor. “We'll stop it.”
Punch Man simply stood, fists clenched.
As the amorphous thing crawled up from the opalescent fluid, Father Callihan crossed himself furiously. “No. It can't be. This is an abomination!”
The laughter of the mad wizard Lordred echoed off the walls of the great cave. “Lady and gentlemen, thank you all for coming.”
Tentacles spilled out of the pool. Eyestalks flopped stupidly. Ichor oozed.
“Without further ado, I present to you: the stupendous Drabble!”