Tranquility/Zoggle
"Sure thing, zoggle away, matey!" Glow boosts right back at you.
You hop on the hip hammer, and blargle while you zoggle.
It shocks and offends some of the innocent bystanders, or would if there were.
But as it is, the only thing going down is a battle for the control of the pausal button on your mental hydration.
You keep on flipping through your zoggle trip. Over time, it changes into a smoother, more elongated vibe.
Finally, despite the presence of a few old skewl loose screws, you find your inner verve.
With that, Glow bounces right back into the jelly hole. Together, you zoggle even more groovily.
After the zoggle has converted into more of a zoogle, the two of you squirm about, looking into each other's hearts for an answer, a way.
"Behold!"
The voice comes from seemingly out of nowhere. You're looking around wildly, trying to catch a glimpse of where exactly it is that this stuff drops out of the sky from, when all of a sudden you feel the room shudder 'n' shivver.
