When last we were with Jon the Intergalactic Gladiator, he was traveling through Hell to rescue an abducted Private Hudson. Our hero already traveled through the First and Second Circle and was now about to confront the Third.

I heaved open the massive door and peered out into the level.
“Eww,” I said out loud.

“Eww,” I said again as I looked around.
“This is where the gluttonous are punished,” Virgil appeared next to me.
“I imagine,” I replied. “Eww.”

“I hear you, and I say again ‘eww.’ These fat hogs are probably the most disgusting thing that I’ve seen in my life, and I’ve seen a party of orcs on a drinking binge.”

I heard a growling off in the distance.
“Cerberus? You mean like the three-headed dog?” I asked.
“Well yes,” Virgil said. “But you should know that—”

I started to walk out slowly, holding my hand out for the creature to sniff it.
“Here doggy doggy doggy.”
Suddenly, something leaped on top of me. The Cerberus had me pinned to the ground with his massive front paws. He growled at me then leaned his three heads back in anticipation of a strike.

“I see that,” I yelled back. “…now.”
Beneath the dog there was a bright flash. The three heads howled in pain and leaped back. I stood up, the smoking barrel of my blaster pistol still pointed at the creature.

Cerberus howled and leaped at me again. I dove out of the way and the creature slid across the mud. It looked back and me and howled once more before rushing me a third time.
Dodging the cursed canine, I ran towards the exit door, leaping and running around the suety sinners along the way. The monster crashed through them, tossing them aside and howling all the while.

I dashed to the door and hauled it open. I pulled it shut just as the pitiless pooch slammed into it.
“Whew.” I leaned against the door for a minute to catch my breath. “Fat lady almost sang for me...”
8 comments:
You should run a dog training school. Cerberus would pass!
Reminds me of the time I imbibed far too much Cognac and wound up at the Brotherhood Holloween party one year. The Blob went through about 5 costume changes. All of them involved him dressing up as different women. Weird.
“Fat lady almost sang for me...”
Groan. ;D
Yes professor the Blob has problems.
(Looks at the pictures shudders)
That was only a lot like a terrible pun Jon, you should be ashamed.
Flashbacks of fat camp... noooooo!
And I didn't even go to fat camp! Why?!
Bad doggy, doggy, ..uh bad doggy!
Level 6 is my fave
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