From it's darkened crypt that had been its home for the past fortnight It arose. Unshaven, beady red eyes with a very discernable lower hang on it's right side. The Romaine lettuce had not killed the thing but left it totally incapacitated in its tomb.
"UGH! Must detect" muttered the aberration that looked like death reincarnated.
Dragging itself to the spare crypt the creature grabbed Quota Guru which somehow sparked new life into the being.
The harpies, gargoyles and other living dead creatures occupied the roadway to the "Field of the Rugrats". None aware of the road nor the rules that govern it. It was almost "tboned" at an intersection raising it's middle finger in salute to the dead pan female driving while on a cell phone.
Ding, ding, ding . Quota Guru was alive. It swung. It dug . Quota and silver was had to be fortified to Hades the god of the netherworld. No brains were consumed during this dig by It.
Back at it's abode the thing not of this world consumed vast quantities of magic elixir prescribed by the Wizard of Id, bathed which removed the stink and skin of the dead and settled in to watch that which is most morbid....the Blue Jays playing ball! IT feeling like not himself or anyone else stared at the African Violet dozing off to a place not of this world!