As this Schmeel crept himself to his feet, he beheld the fury of pandemonium sweeping through his fellow passengers. Something inexplicable had happened. The train these fair people were once riding on had somehow, someway, turned into a city bus barreling it's way through empty streets. The driver mad, cackled and shrieked his way through the calm night air as his stock of captives cried and prayed and wondered to themselves how in the world such a thing could have happened.
It's impossible. Trains don't just turn into buses out of nowhere.
Gorilla Munch has certainly noticed the change, and the commotion it has caused. He took it in stride, for Munch never actually had any destination to travel to, he's just always on the move.
But, Munch knows what happened. He looked over at the woman he was awkwardly staring at. He looked and scowled.
Slowly, he raised himself and tottered over to her. His legs worked as if they were made of rotten wood, his kitten jumped to the floor and ran off, scared witless.
Slowly, closer to this woman. Slowly.
He reached her, and lowered himself to meet her eye line. Their pupils locked, their breath mingled. Munch pointed a bony, tree branch finger right between her eyes.
"You did this, didn't you?"
"It was you."
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