Glance A'Lot is juggling the molten granite, which by now is glowing red and soft as jelly, and wonders wherein he could store the lava.

Suddenly the shadow of a movement to his left - he turns his head; Was that a pixie in that corner? He fires a ray of light into the dark corner to shed some light on the issue. Being distracted, the jellyish granite lava slips from his fingers right onto one of the sumo wrestling octos, immediately filling the kitchen with steam from boiled octopussy.

From within the dense cloud, barely audible above the hissing sound of the steam streaming out of the late octopussy, comes a timid

"Ooops - soorry, Kiya!"




In times of crisis it is of the utmost importance not to lose your head (Marie Antoinette)