Benedicta Blastsocket: Chapter 1
‘Oooowwwwfff!’ It was the only suitable sound for an animan musician to make as he landed snout first in the dusty street after being ejected by another hostile audience. After the obligatory ‘Oooowwwwfff!’ Androlis Boshding rolled over rapidly (a well-practised move) to avoid the rest of his band landing on top of him.
Another ‘Oooowwwwfff!’. Twitchtuk Longears, the drummer, landed beside Androlis in a tangle of ears and legs.
Margifulus Madrigal’s ‘Oooowwwwfff!’ was a little higher pitched than that of Androlis or Twitchtuk and slightly (only very slightly) more tuneful. It was also followed by a rapid and rather undignified scramble to rise, a flurried brushing of her dress, a frosty stare and a flounce with full tail swish.
‘I think we’re going to need a new singer, Bosh.’
‘Wonder why that could be Twitch?’
‘It wasn’t me that bought a dodgy lightning guitar.’
‘ And it wasn’t me that used a cannon as part of his drum kit.’
Both Animen burst out laughing, rolling in the dust and clutching their sides.
‘Brought the house down we did!’
The two ‘high-foured’, that being the number of digits they each possessed, and began to laugh again.
‘You did ask about borrowing that cannon, didn’t you?’
Twitch’s ears flattened slightly in a way that told Bosh all he needed to know.
‘Oh no, Twitch!’
Twitch’s ears drooped.
‘You know that this means don’t you?’ Bosh looked grave.
‘Scraping cloud barnacles off the hull.’
‘Let’s just hope Lieutenant Blastsocket doesn’t notice.’