Dungeon Crawler Carl (Dungeon Crawler Carl, #1)

by Matt Dinniman

Plus, again, the cat was right there, howling like someone was eating her children in front of her.

So I turned toward the light, and I ran.

Splat! The moment the cat hit the ground, she was transformed into a wet mess of flesh. She splattered like a hunk of hairy, jellied water.

didn’t have time to think about it. I took a sip. It tasted as if I’d taken a drink directly from the diseased asshole of an incontinent skunk. It took all of my strength not to vomit.

I smiled. “If we get to the point where we don’t help each other anymore, that’s when we stop being human.” I felt something catch in my throat, and I coughed.

Just remember, luck goes both ways, like your mom.

tacky, but funny