“Creepe is Creepe,” he answers, speaking in riddles.
“And this rock is a rock,” I say, feeling my blood pressure rise. “And if you don’t leave me alone I’m going to crack it over your head.”
“Creepe doesn’t understand,” he says, looking confused.
“Well, that makes two of us, buddy.” I finally find someone who can speak English and he’s speaking in gibberish. Just my luck.
“Are you coming?” he asks, waving me forward with his big blue hand.
“How do I know you’re not going to hurt me?” I ask. “I didn’t have the best experience with your friend.”
“Creepe won’t hurt you,” he says, shaking his head.
“Who the hell is Creepe?”
“Creepe is Creepe,” he repeats.
“Ugh,” I say with a roll of my eyes. I start backing up into the safety of my cave. But I stop halfway. He may leave and then I’ll be stuck here with no way to find him. “Back up,” I tell him. “I’m coming out.”
He backs up and I quickly crawl out, jumping to my feet with my fists ready to go. He looks like the Cookie Monster guy only his shoulders are a bit narrower and he doesn’t look as threatening. Probably because he’s speaking English rather than just grunting incoherently while whipping his dick out at me.
I look around quickly, never taking my eyes off of him for long. He seems to be alone.
“Where’s this Creepe guy?” I ask.
He tilts his head to the side. “Creepe is Creepe,” he says tapping his chest.
I’m about to clock him out of pure frustration when it dawns on me that he’s speaking in the third person. Ugh, I hate that.
“You’re Creepe,” I say, pointing at him.
“Yes,” he says with a nod. “That’s what Creepe said.”
It’s like an Abbott and Costello bit, only it’s not funny. It’s frustrating and annoying. Just like this planet.
“How do you speak English?” I ask, keeping my fists ready. If I see one flash of blue cock I’m going all Mike Tyson on his colorful ass.
He turns his head to the side and points to a mole behind his ear. “The rock man’s magic lets Creepe speak.”
Back to riddles. Just fucking great.
“Who is the rock man?” I ask with a sigh. Why am I even bothering?
“The Saku calls him Tin Tom,” he answers.
My fists fall down as I stare at him with a slow, disbelieving shake of my head. “You know Tin Tom?”
My skin is tingling as I wait for his answer.
“Yes. Creepe knows him.”
I wait for more of an explanation but he’s not giving me one. “How?”
He sighs, looking as frustrated as me. “The Saku brought him to the village.”
“The Saku?” I ask, narrowing my eyes.
“The Saku,” he says with a nod. “Avery.”
I gasp as my hand flies to my open mouth. Avery. He’s seen Avery? So it was her who gave the perverted streaker the name of Cookie Monster.
She’s making me feel pretty inadequate right about now. We’ve both been here for the exact same amount of time and she’s made friends with an army of blue aliens and even taught them English. All I’ve done is hide in a cave, eating bugs.
And I thought I was the tough, resourceful one.
“Can you take me to see her?” I ask, feeling more hopeful than I’ve ever been in my entire life.
“Creepe will take you there,” he says with a nod.
“Great,” I say, looking around. “Let’s go now.”
Before Mr. Thirteen inches comes back.
***
The powerful Cookie Monster feels like his soum is breaking. His beautiful mate Rolanda is leaving with Creepe. This is not good.
Rolanda comes out of the cave for Creepe, but not for her mate? Cookie Monster does not understand.
Creepe has nothing but bad intentions with this gorgeous pink Sandroka gift. She is not safe with him. She should come with the swift and noble Cookie Monster.
Yet, she is with Creepe. Where did the Cookie Monster go wrong? First, she wanted to mate, then she didn’t. And now she parts with the dangerous Creepe. Why would his mate go with another Drandroka?
The swift Cookie Monster flies down the hill as fast as a poperwed. He smiles at Rolanda as he approaches but she does not smile back.
She steps behind Creepe, making Cookie Monster’s chest hurt. It is hard to breathe. The powerful Cookie Monster’s breath disappears like the cold season as his mate recoils in fear behind another Drandroka.
Why is she hiding? Cookie Monster’s soum hurts to see his mate afraid of him.
“Like Creepe’s new toy?” the vile Creepe asks with a smirk on his lips.
The swift Cookie Monster ignores him. He looks to his mate with hurt on his face, urging her with his eyes to come out of hiding. She does not.
“Go back to the whore that you call the Saku,” Creepe says, enjoying the hurt that Cookie Monster is feeling right now. “Creepe is going to have his fun with his new Sandroka whore.”
“She is not a whore,” the swift and noble Cookie Monster shouts as his fingers creep towards the bow strapped to his powerful back.