Trash Inspection 7

"Eew-eew-eew-eew. EEW!"

Matti grinned at her. "What, you don't like old banana peels? …Unh?"

"Oh, my!"

"AAAGH! Get it off me get it off me!"

Elle grabbed the nearest weapon she could find, a red stiletto, and whacked away at the pallid claw that was dragging Matti into the trash can. Matti's hand disappeared, then his arm. He screamed a long, terrified scream, like a centipede caught in a bear trap.

And then there was silence.

And then there was a burp, and a yip, and a tiny fiber of pink tam float...