Dumpkin Dognuts seems like a weird thing to keep in your mind. Jet agreed. It didn't take much to get in. We just waited in Ren's old lab...for about eight hours. I just sort of spaced and then I remembered that Ren was a fiend for munchkins. Then it happened. So there we stood on a pile of of donut holes, about a hundred feet high in the middle of a big field.
"This is some weird shit, boss."
"It's Ren's mind."
"Looks more like his stomach."
I took a few precarious steps over the stale baked good monolith.
"Maybe we should just roll down."
Then I heard it, heavy steps.
"I say, fancy meeting you old beans up here."
"What the fuck are you?"
"Neochoerus pinckneyi !"
"He looks like a beaver rat, boss!"
"Capibara, but bigger."
"I prefer Timothy if you gents don't mind."
"Timothy, what's with the monocle and top hat?"
"My normal attire, sir."
"He sure is polite."
"Thank you, sir."
"How much do you weigh?"
"About fifteen stone."
"Fuck."
At this point it started to rain...milk.
"Shall we be getting along, chaps?"
"Along where?"
"That's for me to know and for you to discover along the journey!"
Jet shot me a look. What fuck was I supposed to say?