Grimmies 2 by Tugboat Thomas and the Tugbug team.

The Grandma screamed as the Gribbies made sawdust of her calves, tibious, and fibulas.

She tossed the infant over the chasm and Yomford caught it by the ankle.

The swirling clouds of glossy black insects circled her legs, grinding up the nightgown in a wet

sawmill buzz. The old woman rattled and ripped down to her knees, her hips, her ribs,

like a full number two pencil sharpened to a blood stub.

Chris Medina!

Stevia reached for the woman, but Yomford pulled her back with a taut,

vain throbbing arm.

She's gone, Steveya, just like old man Brinson, the tungsten twins,

Mayor McRuff and the diners of the Lucky Glove Grill.

He gently laid the baby in a duffle and slung it over his shoulder.

Schoolarm Hoggart, the Bluetooth teen, Stearns, Whipple, Miss John's Knob's, Little Tondryk, and Big Mr. Dugs, all of Barksville

gone to these.

Grimmies!

He fell to his knees, grinding his mitts in the blood-misted pebbles of the parking lot.

And yet, I survived with a past black man. Why?

Stevia laid a hand on his shoulder.

Her touch unlocked his tense muscles.

Maybe.

Maybe you found something to live for.

Or maybe.

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