"I think maybe you're right," Bill said about leaving, eying the walls and envisioning them closing in, or spilling out green poison gas like in the movies.
Instead the dais in the middle of the room began to sink into the floor, and from it spilled forth a horde of snakes.
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Date: 2014-11-10 07:48 pm (UTC)Instead the dais in the middle of the room began to sink into the floor, and from it spilled forth a horde of snakes.
"Holy shit, move!"