My face grows suddenly pale, and I slump over my drink. But it's too late.
Damn your cooking Riemann! I swore it would be the death of someone someday. I told you to label those canisters. You've confused Cyanide for Almond extract, [i]again[/i] !!
It's the end of dinner parties for you, and almond tarts for me....forever. ⚰️⚱️
The dogs bark and then there's a loud howl since it's a full moon night.
Beads of sweat pace your neck, you wonder what would cause that? Yet you have a wacky bugs bunny toy as a weapon. It starts to rain heavily and there's a lightning that blows the transformer. The lights go out as a result.
You just see the glowing eyes across the window in the pitch black of the night. What do you do with your toy?
