The coffin's lid didn't so much swing as explode open, spewing its pressurized contents freely out at them. Chunks of thick red, mixed with writhing white tendrils, and...
It was spaghetti. It was like 50 gallons of pressurized spaghetti. Had she planned this.
High above them, a speaker crackled to life. "Did you hear about the Italian chef who died?"
A slight pause."HE PASTA WAY!" This was followed by loud, high-pitched cackling; clearly their adversary was enjoying herself. "It's too bad I couldn't take care of you with the birdshot, but don't worry. I'm sure you'll find plenty down there to keep you company."
Heiji spotted a hint of a reflection, fumbled around in the spaghetti, and brought out a small key. "...Anyone see a door or somethin' we can unlock?"
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It was spaghetti. It was like 50 gallons of pressurized spaghetti. Had she planned this.
High above them, a speaker crackled to life. "Did you hear about the Italian chef who died?"
A slight pause. "HE PASTA WAY!" This was followed by loud, high-pitched cackling; clearly their adversary was enjoying herself. "It's too bad I couldn't take care of you with the birdshot, but don't worry. I'm sure you'll find plenty down there to keep you company."
Heiji spotted a hint of a reflection, fumbled around in the spaghetti, and brought out a small key. "...Anyone see a door or somethin' we can unlock?"