Smooth jazz scabie
|Smooth jazz scabie|
|Locations||Professor Jacking's Small-O-Fier|
|Monster Parts||abdomen, head, leg, thorax|
The once-mighty jungle of hair on your leg has been deforested, and the scabies are none too pleased about it. They've given up their jungle techno and have taken up smooth jazz as a protest. You fight to stay awake as a smooth jazz scabie closes in, playing a delicate marimba solo.
It plays a little jazz guitar, then picks on you a little, too. Ouch! Argh! Ooh! Ugh!
It plays an endless note on a tenor sax. You feel a stabbing pain in your <bung>. Eek! Oof! Ow! Eek!
It plays a little jazz flute, then stabs you with the flute when you don't applaud. Ouch! Ow! Ugh! Ouch!
It stops playing the marimba and bashes your head with the mallets instead. Ow! Oof! Ooh! Oof!
It plays a ten-minute-long improvisation around the melody of a popular rock song. On a flute. You hold your breath until you pass out, just to escape the pain. Ooh! Eek! Ow! Oof!
It advances toward you with a guitar pick, but you tell it not to pick on you.
It noodles endlessly on a saxophone. Boring, but not painful.
It plays an endless flute solo. It's totally heavy metal, man.
It grins a blissed-out grin as it plays an endless marimba solo.
It drops its flute, totally breaking itself out of its jazz reverie. (FUMBLE!)
|You acquire an item: can-you-dig-it?|
Occurs at Professor Jacking's Small-O-Fier