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Doctor Morose’s plan has failed! The Eldritch God has been put to rest, and Philip was safe! So why did it seem like there wasn’t much of a fight? Like the wacko Doctor was spectating Howard…
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“Yes.. All of it makes sense now!”
One of Doctor Morose’s green
tentacles flew past Philip as he ducked behind some rubble on land.
Howard, the lucky bastard, was somehow unscathed during and after the fight with a GOD and chose to keep running to cause a distraction in hopes of giving Philip some distance from the Doctor to come up with a plan.
The boats were destroyed, and they didn’t have the helpful Angelique.
“Your gestures, hair, eyes, and hell even smarts are all the same!”
Howard pulled back his slingshot, took aim, and was completely off. I mean, that’s what you get for trying to shoot something backwards while running…
“You weren’t trying to put an end to my plans.. No. You’re simply trying to show me I was being foolish. That you had come back to me, my Samantha!”
Okay, if he wasn’t considered crazy before, now would be a good time to put him in the straitjacket!