The mummy pulled out a vial from somewhere in his wrappings, popped out the stopper, took a mouthful, and blew the liquid over the burning pile. PAY!” said Tutankhamen’s head on top of the flaming pile, his mouth opening wide with a CRACKLE. Before the fire got too low, the mummy threw Tutankhamen’s head on the very top. Then the sparks blew back down, hitting the liquid in the vats and containers with little hisses. The body crackled and snapped, and the pieces started folding into one another and sent sparks to the very top of the chamber. The flames danced around Tutankhamen’s parts like orange and purple snakes. “AMAN-RA!” boomed the mummy, holding Tutankhamen’s head high.Īn eerie purple glow filled the room. The laundry basket began to bubble and froth in anger. Tutankhamen’s body parts caught on fire almost immediately. With his other hand, the mummy grabbed one of the torches from the wall and threw it on the pile. Then he grabbed Tutankhamen’s head and held it so that his eyes pointed at the pile. He gathered up all of the parts and placed them in the center of the room. The mummy went on and on, until Tutankhamen’s body was just a pile of parts. “What you’re doing is wrong, and the spirits shall make you pay.” “Noooooooo!” yelled the dusty old head on the ground. “How does that feel, Tut?” screeched the mummy. The angry mummy raised the sword high and brought it down onto the lifeless mummy in the sand. The night we will drive what’s left of your spirit from your body and back into your MIND!” The night that has been thousands of years in the making. “How dare you disobey your master on a night such as this?!” he yelled, picking up the sword. The mummy picked it up, blew off all the sand that he could, and then plopped it back into the trash-bag-lined laundry basket with a PLOOOP. The brain was starting to disintegrate into the sand. Once he opened them again, he gasped and pointed at the brain. He used the bandages on his hands to clean his eyes. “WARGH!” he yelled, dropping the brain-SPLUNK-and the sword-CLANK. The brain squirted a purplish-black goo directly into the eyes of the mummy. Your brains will take me soooo many places-deep into so many minds!” With the exception of our new visitors’, your brains will be the richest. He plunged his hand into the ooze and pulled out a pulsating brain. He strolled around, peering into jugs, lifting up the larger Tupperware containers and peering underneath, making sure not to spill the precious juices on his head.įinally, he came to a laundry basket lined with a trash bag. “Where are you, Tutankhamen? Tonight your body shall burn to feed your brain.” ,” he said, swinging the sword carelessly with one hand while searching around the chamber. Once they were gone, the mummy turned his attention back to the containers. They held up their hands in protest, clicked their beaks, and hissed, but backed out. “Get outta here!” yelled the mummy in reply. Before the bird-head could bow and present it to the mummy, the mummy snatched it away. One reached behind its back and unsheathed a long, curved blade that started narrow near the hilt and widened toward the point. The bird-heads clicked their beaks in anger, but obeyed. Stop bowing and give me the Blade of a Thousand and One Souls already!” “All right, all right,” he said, snapping his fingers. They bowed again and dropped it at the feet of the first mummy, who was alive and very impatient. This one was motionless as they carried it into the room. The bird-heads went back through the doorway, and returned quickly with another mummy. “Make it snappy- we’ve got a lot of prep work to do.” Their beaks clicked as they bowed low to the mummy. ![]() ![]() They crouched down low to get through the doorway without harming their bird heads. ![]() Two figures appeared in the doorway that had been chiseled through a rock wall. “We’ve got to get down to business straight away.” He clapped his hands twice, and a fine white dust flew from his bandages. “I’m back, and I don’t have any time for chitchat,” said the mummy. Ooze gushed out and splashed onto the sandy ground. “I’m baaaaaaaaaack!” growled the mummy, and something within each of the containers trembled. The flickering light reflected off of the liquid that filled the jars, vats, and open Tupperware around the room. The mummy entered the dank chamber and lit the torches one by one.
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