BOOM!

After a few weeks in the $afe house (well not a few weeks, time has no meaning here, it gets dark when we subconsciously tell it to, when I got depressed cos a tree fell over we had a month of darkness, which only ended when MIGS got hold of some happy pills and we had a month or two of perpetual daylight), it occurred to me to open the trap door, and I'm glad it did, because it caused me to open the trap door, and discover the wonders that laid within (i used the word "laid" there because soon the wonders that laid within ceased to exist, a fact which causes me daily sorrow, well used to until i 4got about it). MIGS and I descended into the darkness, MIGS went first, i did not trust him behind me, how i wish i had done. It was about half way down the ladder, or near the bottom, that is not important, that i perceived a presence behind me, close behind me. "Is that you MIGS?" I enquired politely,
"Of course it is, who else is here?" they replied in perfect unison. I thanked my lucky nebula that i was part bat and could detect people talking at the same time, even if they were unified in that action. I turned to face the new comer, unfortunately we were still on the ladder and turning around on an indefinitely long ladder is not the best of ideas, especially if you happen to do so on a greased rung. I landed on MIGS' shoulders, legs splayed, after having turned by 180 degrees, so my cup knocked out 3.14 of his teeth, however, this was the least of my problems as the person above me had just done a surprisingly similar thing 2 me.
"OOOOOOOOH POOOOOOOOOOOL!" We cried indistinctly, why our follower was indistinct, i will never know, i guess he/she/it did it to make us feel better after our recent forcefull parting with our teeth.
We burst through the ceiling of a disco and flattened 3 independent couples simultaneously and stood in a knee deep semi-liquid. We looked around, it did not strike us then to look upon our unwanted companion, and we were surprised to see every couple stickyfying the male component of their relationship. I looked down in awe as it dawned to me the nature of the semi-liquid. "How long have these guys been here?!" I gasped in amazement. MIGS did not grace me with an answer, he was too busy unscrewing the disco ball. I have often since that moment wondered how MIGS knew that the disco ball was an extremely powerful thermo-nuclear shell, i guess i will never fully understand the infinite power of the gorilla suit. MIGS threw the disco ball to our adversary, who, was, i now noticed, a being made entirely out of exactly 65465314846 minute old cheese swathed in a composition of anti-matter and spider silk, "NOO!" i mouthed.
"Its the only way." he uttered, with what i prayed was not to be his last breath. The 65465314846 minute old cheese, not expecting a disco ball/thermo-nuclear shell to be airborne in the vicinity of himself, fumbled it, thus turning the entire population of that subconscious to sub-atomic mush.
"Ha," I vibrated, "You're straight!"
And all went black, again.