Fly away
Your contorted mouth releases a bestal wail before you double over,
sprouting these magnificent meat wings. Before Barbara or anyone else
can fully wrap their heads around what has just occured, you flap
those suckers once or twice and your hovering off the ground. You
glance downward with a sort of "See you, suckers" look in
your eye and fly far away from haunted castles and think of finding a
good spouse somewhere in the world to settle down a produce children
with, somewhere far out on the other side of the
ocean
