| the acid dripped from the ceiling like melting icycles in a tropical cave. He dart to and fro, barely avoiding the flesh eating teeth of the falling rain. With every drop, the floor gave way, as it lost it's grip on the supporting walls. Soon, the man tired. He held out his tongue, and said if you can't them, join them. The acid hit him squarely on the tip of his protruding mouthal organ, and it burned like chickens on a stovetop. The pain began to subside, and he convinced himself to revel in the acid death he was about to receive. The ceiling knew where to find him now, and poured it's concentrated cleanse on him. |
