Inspired by a prompt from Angelo (Kalak_of_Tyr)
“Hup-hup,” said MacGregor. He would have patted Gruumsk encouragingly, but as a gastropod, he had no hands. The mayfly city spun beneath them as they descended.
“Smaaaaaaaaash…” Gruumsk rumbled.
“No, no. No smashing. We’re here to help these nice arthropods.” MacGregor waggled his antennae and lifted his top hat to wave at the crowds. His shell gleamed in the sun.
Suddenly, the waters at the port boiled, and the Terrible Carp reared up from the depths. Its armor rattled as it brayed defiance at the hovering snail and his jellyfish mount.
“Aha!” said MacGregor. “Gruumsk?”
“Now you may smash.”
Man At C&A
13 hours ago