Kilroy Owns the Night: Day 24 (Amulet)
The Fartillery Grenade did what it was designed to do: release a noxious odor resembling the most rancid human fart imaginable. I pulled the collar of my Styx t-shirt over my mouth and nose in time to be safe. Max Gentry was the first to react. He choked and gagged, doubled over as if to puke.
“What… the… blephth…” was all he managed to gasp. Then, Vrex and Gorpl joined in.
“Ugh! Ack!” Vrex covered his Herpezoid snout. “What foulness is that? Gorpl did you order the rashaquack tails in the diner? You know what those do to your digestive tract?”
“Of course I didn’t!” coughed Gorpl. “I’m a rashaquack intolerant! I wish to die! Someone kill me!”
I knew this reaction was only beginning. A quick glance at Mercury gave me pause. She stood there, hands on her hips. Her face flashed the same look of disapproval I often got from my mom. Even more glaring was her lack of visceral physical repulsion.
“What’s up with you?” I asked. “Why aren’t you gagging?”
“I live on Planet Lloyd. You think I haven’t smelled worse than that.” She jogged past me to the Junkcruiser’s entrance and waved me in. “Do you know what you’re looking for?”
“Not really. It’s an encyclopedia, right? So, maybe a book or volumes of books? Could be an amulet type thing. If I’m thinking outside the box.”
“Or it could be that.” She pointed at a small container clearly labled: The Encyclopedia of Potentially Dangerous Things.
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