After a moment of pondering his options, Keen sneaks past the alien still lying on the floor. Suddenly, he hears a growl: "Oh no you don't!"
The creature is awake, and has grabbed Keen's foot with its...tongue! That's right, a two-feet-long, slimy tongue wrapped around his left foot! This looks like a sticky situation!
"William J. Blazkowicz, your cranking will soon leave you without supper!" the creature exclaimed with a stunningly mechanical voice.
What should Keen do?
This chapter was written by Grimson on 2014-03-26 15:13:16