I decided to be cute and spontaneous, so I shoved Fooruman and his canoe off the pier. They both sank like rocks.
"Let's go North and see how the Canadian is doing," I suggested. The rest of my comrades stared at me with their jaws dropped. They must have really liked my strong leadership skills.
We walked North into the town square, and by we I mean myself. The Canadian man was still standing in the exact same spot as before, but now seemed to be free of the alien vampire thing that had been sucking his brains out for the past several hours.
"Furious?" I asked.
"Actually, I'm quite happy!" the Canadian said. "You see, Furious the Monkeyboy came and smacked the alien vampire demonoid off my head! Of course the parts of my brain that regulate my other emotions seem to be gone, but that's all the more reason for me to be happy!"
I tried to consider the logic to this statement, but it made my head hurt.
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