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swallowed alive?!
Itâs not the sort of a thing you routinely survive.â
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Before Morty could answer with any reply,
the mysterious creature leapt into the sky;
and wherever the creature was traveling to,
it was far, far away from Zorgamazoo.
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There werenât any windows, so there wasnât a view.
They just flewâ¦
The trip wasnât pleasantâit was anything but,
as they thumped in the creatureâs inflexible gut.
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They were shot through the air.
They were thrown in a flop,
with Winnie the bottom, Katrina the top,
and Mortimer awkwardly crumpled between
(he felt like a steak in a mincing machine).
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From their heads to their heels,
they were queasily tossed,
as if weightlessness wonâ¦and gravity lost.
Â
But at last, their momentum began to subside.
It seemed they had come to the end of the ride.
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âPhew!â Winnie sighed. âNot a second too quick.
Another minute of that and I wouldâve been sick.â
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It was then something happened,
something no one would guess,
an occurrence I frankly find hard to express.
But nevertheless, it happened. Itâs true.
It was then that the creature⦠divided in two .
It began with a creak in the animalâs back,
as the stomach came open by only a crack.
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Then little by little, and bit after bit,
the crack opened wide and the innards were lit
with glimmers of eerie, mysterious light,
confirming Katrinaâs suspicion was right:
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Inside of the beast there were pulleys and chains,
where there should have been organs
and muscles
and veins.
Or at least an intestine. Or maybe a spleen.
But noâ¦for the beast was, in fact, a machine!
Â
Our heroes were trapped, like dogs in a pound,
in a cage hanging over the dust of the ground!
Â
âItâs a trick!â Morty muttered. âItâs some kinda scam!
Itâs nothing but hokum and flimmery flam!â
A trick? thought Katrina. Thatâs saying the least.
But why? Who would build such a hideous beast?
Before she could ponder the matter some more,
on the side of the creature, there opened a door.
It led to a cabin, where a pilot could ride.
But who, thought Katrina, would travel inside?
Who could build such a thing, in such odious style?
It must surely be someone incredibly vile!
Â
But the man who came out wasnât wretched at all.
He looked rather normal, though a just a bit small.
There was little, it seemed, that made him stand out.
He wasnât too thin, and he wasnât too stout.
Â
This miniature man was perfectly gray,
while his manner was blank, in a similar way.
His movements were slow, as if studied by rote.
He was lacking in anything worthy of note.
Â
He seemed like a person, whom as soon as youâd met,
you would hardly remember and quickly forget;
a person who sadly is always ignored.
If you glanced at him once, youâd already be bored.
In his hands he was holding a silvery box,
with gauges resembling a series of clocks.
He swiveled a switch with the pad of his thumb
and the creatureâs machinery started to hum.
Â
The cage was brought down on a hook and a chain,
controlled by a massive, mechanical crane.
Â
Though Katrina was frightened, she tried to be brave.
She could see they were somewhere inside of a cave.
Looking down at the man, feeling helpless and trapped,
she grew very angry and suddenly snapped.
Â
âExcuse me,â she said to the miniature man,
âcould you answer a question? Iâm assuming you can.
Thereâs something, you see, thatâs a little unclear.
So perhaps you can tell usâ
Â
WHY ARE WE HERE?!!!â
The man didnât answer. He was lost in a trance,
as if all he was doing was planned in advance.
He held up the box in his miniature fist.
He toggled the dials with a flick of his wrist.
The crane, with a creak, went winching to work.
It hefted the cage, with a jolt and a jerk.
Â
It lowered them down
Itâs not the sort of a thing you routinely survive.â
Â
Before Morty could answer with any reply,
the mysterious creature leapt into the sky;
and wherever the creature was traveling to,
it was far, far away from Zorgamazoo.
Â
There werenât any windows, so there wasnât a view.
They just flewâ¦
The trip wasnât pleasantâit was anything but,
as they thumped in the creatureâs inflexible gut.
Â
They were shot through the air.
They were thrown in a flop,
with Winnie the bottom, Katrina the top,
and Mortimer awkwardly crumpled between
(he felt like a steak in a mincing machine).
Â
From their heads to their heels,
they were queasily tossed,
as if weightlessness wonâ¦and gravity lost.
Â
But at last, their momentum began to subside.
It seemed they had come to the end of the ride.
Â
âPhew!â Winnie sighed. âNot a second too quick.
Another minute of that and I wouldâve been sick.â
Â
It was then something happened,
something no one would guess,
an occurrence I frankly find hard to express.
But nevertheless, it happened. Itâs true.
It was then that the creature⦠divided in two .
It began with a creak in the animalâs back,
as the stomach came open by only a crack.
Â
Then little by little, and bit after bit,
the crack opened wide and the innards were lit
with glimmers of eerie, mysterious light,
confirming Katrinaâs suspicion was right:
Â
Inside of the beast there were pulleys and chains,
where there should have been organs
and muscles
and veins.
Or at least an intestine. Or maybe a spleen.
But noâ¦for the beast was, in fact, a machine!
Â
Our heroes were trapped, like dogs in a pound,
in a cage hanging over the dust of the ground!
Â
âItâs a trick!â Morty muttered. âItâs some kinda scam!
Itâs nothing but hokum and flimmery flam!â
A trick? thought Katrina. Thatâs saying the least.
But why? Who would build such a hideous beast?
Before she could ponder the matter some more,
on the side of the creature, there opened a door.
It led to a cabin, where a pilot could ride.
But who, thought Katrina, would travel inside?
Who could build such a thing, in such odious style?
It must surely be someone incredibly vile!
Â
But the man who came out wasnât wretched at all.
He looked rather normal, though a just a bit small.
There was little, it seemed, that made him stand out.
He wasnât too thin, and he wasnât too stout.
Â
This miniature man was perfectly gray,
while his manner was blank, in a similar way.
His movements were slow, as if studied by rote.
He was lacking in anything worthy of note.
Â
He seemed like a person, whom as soon as youâd met,
you would hardly remember and quickly forget;
a person who sadly is always ignored.
If you glanced at him once, youâd already be bored.
In his hands he was holding a silvery box,
with gauges resembling a series of clocks.
He swiveled a switch with the pad of his thumb
and the creatureâs machinery started to hum.
Â
The cage was brought down on a hook and a chain,
controlled by a massive, mechanical crane.
Â
Though Katrina was frightened, she tried to be brave.
She could see they were somewhere inside of a cave.
Looking down at the man, feeling helpless and trapped,
she grew very angry and suddenly snapped.
Â
âExcuse me,â she said to the miniature man,
âcould you answer a question? Iâm assuming you can.
Thereâs something, you see, thatâs a little unclear.
So perhaps you can tell usâ
Â
WHY ARE WE HERE?!!!â
The man didnât answer. He was lost in a trance,
as if all he was doing was planned in advance.
He held up the box in his miniature fist.
He toggled the dials with a flick of his wrist.
The crane, with a creak, went winching to work.
It hefted the cage, with a jolt and a jerk.
Â
It lowered them down
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