EXT – Outside some encircled huts in the heart of the owl-people’s village, Chuck and Gladly are tied to sticks covered in spiced leaves ready to be thrown over the smouldering spores of the fire in the centre of the village. Chuck “I fucking hate you Glad, if it wasn’t for your little spat …
EXT – Chuck and Gladly are wandering through a narrow path heavily wooded overhead with a strong suspicion they are being observed. Gladly’s arm still has not recovered and now has an eternally itchy nose with the sniffles. Gladly “Me nose is falling off.” Chuck “Good job on debunking that spore bat theory though …
EXT – Gloomy blue swamp area with a lagoon lay in front of Chuck and Gladly Gladly “We could be here all frigging day Chuck, I don’t care if you’re curious about how to finger a fish-lass. I’VE GOT NO FUCKING LEFT ARM CAUSE IT’S STILL NUMB!” Chuck “Have a little calm down chat …
EXT – Outside a darkened red cavern in Hellfire Peninsula Chuck “I’m not going in there” Gladly “Look Chuck, I spent last night in a mossy cavern sniffing a spore bat’s back because YOU told me it would get me high enough to not notice the paralysis in my left …
