A blood-smeared fairy princess-cross-wedding cake, a warrior in a French maid-looking outfit, and a staggering kid who looks like he's trying out for the lead in Carrie.

"Everyone celebrate for the conquering heroes," Howard mutters, trying to wipe glitter out his nose and only succeeding in getting more rotten gore on his face. "You got the thingy, Anwei? Please tell me you didn't drop the thingy."

He'd feel a lot better about finally being safe if he didn't feel like he was walking on a nail with one foot and had strips of some dead person's putrified skin down the back of his shorts.

"I need a shower. Or to throw up. Or a shower. Or a firehose."