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his discomforting bass voice echoing down the dim passage тАж



Where shall you go?
Where shall you go?
Where shall you go for to ease your troubled souls?

You went to the rock for to hide your face
For to ease your troubled souls
The rock cried out "no hiding place"
For to ease your troubled souls.

The Ethyls who are chosen to serve the Baron
For to ease your troubled souls
Will surely be in for their share of scarin'
For to ease your troubled souls тАж



Bob powered up the Rack of Loneliness and the Iron Maiden of Broken Dreams, the devices making
gibbering noises as they came to life.

The Ethyls stirred. One of them began to thrash about in her coffin as the Iron Maiden closed upon her.
Bob moved in, checking her readings on the terrormeter. Her fear was profound. The needle was in the
red: the blood of the Ethyl.

At that moment the Ethyl went into cardiac arrest and breathed one last time, wait, one more, a sad
ellipsis to her life. As if in semiconscious sympathy, the other Ethyls mimicked her. This wasn't good. Bob
was only trained to give lasting pain, not first aid.

The Painship suddenly veered. The greenish black mystic casserole of the Other Realms was pummeled
by the light as the PainshipJunior High Locker Room Shower Humiliation abruptly picked up speed,
faster faster, faster faster.

The light was white, and the white was bright.

They were no longer being propelled, but pulled.

But by what?

Or whom?

And, most importantly:

To where?