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The base of the fountain was now hidden behind a seven-foot-high circle of stacked body parts, the ice angel rising froathered around the peri

There is no possible way this is actually happening

Well, s until old-plated belt I earing, and screeched:

"I knew a man

No, I made that part up

Hair! Hair! Haaairrr!

Camel Holocaust! Camel Holocaust!"

The creatures spun our way, donned some very disappointed frowns, backed away

"Brilliant!" shouted Marconi "You’re really annoying them! Let’s move!"

We pushed forward toward the fountain, the sound of thethe beasts before us like a leaf blower One of the wig her of apathy

Sledgehammer! Hammerrrrr!

Cath of our cables, still some distance from the fountain Marconi went forith Jennifer in tow They got within blessing distance of the angel and Marconi said, "Father, you give us grace through sacrans, which tell us of the wonders of your unseen power In baptisift of water, which you have ive us in this sacrament At the very dawn of creation"

"There’s a wolf behind you

No, wait, it’s just a dog

Oh, shit! Badger! Baaaadgeeeerrr!

Camel Holocaust! Camel Holocaust!"

We hit the first solo, John ripped into it Several of the wig uitar wire

The sound died into faint, pathetic guitar pluckings

Thequickly, ran over and snatched the uitar sounds with his mouth

"WAAAAHHHH ah-eet eet woo--"

I didn’t think that would work I spun on Dr Marconi, saw hi up over the human-parts wall toward the fountain itself I followed him, climbed up, stepped on a face, a bundle of six hands, an ass

The pool was black now Not black like oil, but black like a cave, so that you couldn’t see any reflection or ripples in the surface, not even when Dr Marconi waded out into it A black rain fell off the angel’s wings above us

John mounted the pile behind us, screamed, "WAH, DO-DO-DO-DOOOO-DO, DEE DOO DOO--"

Marconi, knee-deep in black oil, reached out and touched the icy surface of the statue He said, "We ask you, Father, with your Son"

John had reached the end of his solo, was now

"My hat smells like

lubricant, I don’t wanna touch it

Wait, this isn’t mine! And it’s not a hat!

Camel Holo--"

John’s mic cable was cut The sound died

"--on the waters of this font We ask this through Christ our Lord A

John turned to the waves of approaching monsters and said, "NOW LICK THE STATUE!"