Yes ... The serenity that characterized the Lands foul had begun to falter, and is at times like this, that the Boirsobne, forgotten by all, is fertile ground for expression of all its nefarious power, especially when, once reappeared, ends up in your hands the most unlikely of beings ...
- Vervello, Vervello, where are you? Still wallowing in your swamp? - He shouted a woman in her forties, a lived, with bags under his eyes that would be the envy of John Samsonite, president of the company.
- Mother, you touch here ... and even here you touch! I have to tell her grandchildren that Donald will soon become blind! - Exclaimed the young rascal. - Blind, blind they say, bad ass! - Replied the mother.
Vervello There he say that was bad offend the adjective itself, and its creator, the dear old John Brutto, this little guy had no body, was something like a meatball, but constantly changing internal and external, what looked like a ear at any moment could turn into a tentacle, what seems to her nose could go inside the body (this allowed him to save their handkerchiefs) and its reproductive organ could ... no, actually that could not do anything ... .. However, these problems were his own. Vervello lived alone with his mother, who continued to care for and pampered like the early days, he had 56 years now and she just like the first day continued to scream against and beating him with everything he had. Usually after a beating she looked into her face, the only thing that had Vervello, as explained above, and seeing him there in the corner, so swollen, always said "I always wanted a mink like this" and the day ended in great laughter and love family. Vervello had in every way the appearance of a brain with two tentacolini, Krang type of ninja turtles, but blue. Instead of being surrounded by gray matter, however, was surrounded by brown substance, which he used to splash around happily. His mother could not bear this sad habit, he found it unbearable, partly because she did not have enough brown substance to wallow being 6 times larger than the child.
That child was not really true, or rather, the doctor went on for years argued that Vervello was just a figment of his imagination, probably because he had a Caesarian scar on one side of the head that made her look lobotomized. Apart from the disfiguring scar and can not ignore it was a beautiful woman. Romanian waitress was very bad name, but people usually appealed to the other with affectionate nicknames such as "that bitch" "the mother of the monster ugly ugly" or "that pool of vomit that is putting the his nose. " His dying mother had left a great legacy and a beautiful home, and she immediately took advantage to sell it and buy her the dismal, stinking and damp cave that he had always dreamed of in his worst nightmares, actually was a bit 'masochist. He still lives cursing against those who have had to live in exile in that horrible place, without taking in mind that all the leases and selling them signed herself because everyone knows that if you bought it alone and that in any case like. Every morning he rises from his rock, dust stalactites and stalagmites, change the water in the blood of lizards and leeches, and then went to work, making sure that the little Vervello 56 year old stay safe alone in the dark, so if someone comes would be safe (I mean those who enter of course). Vervello adored his dark and dirty corner, called the "Hell Hole" as each child calls his favorite places.
Meanwhile, as the joy seeping from every pore ... no, no ... the nostrils, from Sphincter ... It 's always difficult to speak of a being that is constantly changing as the Vervello dear! However, while bursting with joy by all the holes (inside and outside) of our joyful friend but disgusting as routine, the Boirsobne continued its wild ride into the unknown: the current carrying packed influenced by Chinese, sent Springfield, served at sushi bars in Calcutta, challenged by a Bedouin constipated, did not know where the nefarious entity was carried out by the swirling spiral of events, but I say ... etrenta events!
But back to our friend: Vervello, though lonely and often ill-tempered, he was a great lover of nature, in fact he used to give the remains of his meals at a Chien, a small mammal screamer from the Island of Nerd, who before the Intestinal was called the Great War Island Shit (and I would like to see well). Unfortunately, already used Vervello eat leftovers, so you can well imagine what crap could feed to Chien, who in fact hated and covered scratches, bites and burns the friendly nature of abortion. It so happened that one day, the chiena ended under a boulder, but if they ignore the causes, at least from what we read in the deposition of loving scrawl:
"I was walking with my Chien (die bastard! ) in the woods, until I turned to my girlfriend for a moment to 13 feet (yes, lineage merdaccia!) and instead of seeing her (and who's laughing now?) I saw a huge stone sharpens a pool of blood at the base. It was like being in an episode of Happy Tree Friends, but it was all true, and I was mysteriously covered in blood! I do not know then what we got the prints of my hands, so if you can call on the rock ... Of course that strange things happen in the woods ... "
Poor Vervello, there was just like a dog with the only difference being that a dog is much more pleasing to the eye. But this atmosphere of absolute calm and joyous flatulence was about to materialize, it can disturb the world, even the galactic peace! Rather quiet in general! Vervello not even imagine what she found out her door that morning, because living in a cave had no door, if anything, a big rock, a rock, but not a door! Well, that morning it was! That morning, like every morning Vervello she woke up, wiped his mouth from vomiting and shrugged off his stool at night, just like a dog wet when it rains just returned home and then went to the aquarium, where his particle of sodium with water Lethe waiting for him. He spent hours to ignore it, but that morning he felt strangely drawn only from the exit of the cave. - Hello? - Shouted the particles from the aquarium trade fair - not to break balls, not like anyone - Vervello sighed through, talk to her for the first time, the particle imploded in surprise, but rather how the story developed during the chiena This time there was the process: in fact the parcel was on the dirty fuck all.
Vistosi only, and noting that in fact all his relations with the beings speaking and / or living was falling apart (during puberty had managed to quarrel with his gut flora), Vervello decided to pursue his passion: the puzzle! In fact, the puzzle was not his usual passion, but they were the only thing in the world that showed the hatred, anger or disgust, even if our friends often came to hate, because of its ability to choose puzzle difficilotti " : polar bear at the South Pole (10,000 pieces), cloudless sky (one billion pieces), my underwear stretched on an orange terra cotta flooring during sunset (a Terapezzo). But this time Vervello fell on the choice of a puzzle that had never seen before: cool shit (one piece). In fact, being nasty was not even sure it was a puzzle, but the poor fool was convinced that a puzzle must necessarily stink. In reality it was not the choice of Vervello to fall on the puzzle, but he himself caderci above. Stood in the "feet" saw the shit splattered on him and the rest on the ground, so started the washer, which served as his brain and said: - It 's certainly a sublime puzzle! - He took quickly to his room, then discovered he could not get a room and cried. No more tears stood in the middle of the cave and began to compose the puzzle with a lot of attention, namely that he was this gesture for a regular viewer was an abomination that is peeling off a tentacle of poo poo and leaned on a larger resting on a dirty floor. Vervello felt attracted to that shit a lot more than all the others that had touched so far, and he was the World record holder touching shit! Felt he had to finish what he was doing, had to complete at all costs that shit, piece by piece her breathing started to become heavier, the tentacles and the sweat began to have heart palpitations, a bit 'all over the world. Lacked an ounce, the last one, was excited, drops of sweat came on the ground while holding the tentacle the last piece slowly approached and decided to tip.
The light was blinding, everything happened within seconds, as he always said Vervello after he masturbated, the tip of shit broke out in a small bang, a yellow light filled the whole cave for a second, then began to rally to form a small beam pointing at the top, touched the corner of a rock and bounced on the left, hit the portrait of Dorian Gray who kept close to the closet, still bouncing to the right, pointing out somewhere in the cave. Vervello sat down and looked at the TV, then became a Nesquik, then returned to watching TV and at that moment he realized that a strange beam of light that he had seen only 5 minutes before he was disturbing his complete vision of the television screen. So moved by discomfort finally decided to follow the beam to see if it led to the switch to turn it off. Vervello got as far as you can raise someone who has no legs, and traveling back to the point of light, when suddenly - the Devil! I do not see anything! It will be a curse of this magic light! - He said, only to realize that the beam of the light entering your eyes. Then, with a great effort of intelligence, moved a few inches to the right to go his way. Step by step the mysterious object was closer, Vervello she licked her lips and rubbed his ... tentacles, each step was followed by "Plick Plick" of his blood running down the "nose" at the bottom should do no less than 5 meters, a distance overly long for him to go without thinking of falling face down at least 7 or 8 times. Arrived. He stared into the light and had an epileptic fit, once again ... this time stretched out his hand, he felt the rough touch of the object, grabbed one of his many handles and pulled him up to see him. Once raised, the light died. Vervello looked at the many colors of the object before him, bewitched, those hooks that moved as if had its own life.
- Boirsobne -
His words broke the silence of the moment. It was real, now that appointed him knew it was real. The legendary Boirsobne slender right before his eyes of Vervello. I continued to admire the color burnt sienna that covered it was reflected in his eyes. He began to tremble trembled ... strong, something inside him I was moving, he looked around with fear. None in sight. He realized that he could do. He did a poo in the grass. He stopped shaking. Hugged the Boirsobne, having pressed against his flesh the only straight edge object. He turned and slowly walked toward the cave, without even greet the mat every day, saying "Welcome!", his eyes fixed object between his hands, his mouth open in a grin, his dirty ass.
- My tressssoldo - said without understanding.
It is locked in the house in silence.
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