The Mind Flayer looms over Stamm, with it's tentacled mouth dripping and flailing with saliva.
Stamm however, is not with the plot and is unconcerned with the imminent danger. It's nearly Oktober, thought Stamm. I always buy my Christmas presents with a hangover in Oktober to both avoid the the pain of shooping and the manic rush of the humans but I'm still down this hell hole. And then there is that beer festival which is soon to kick off. I could really do with a hangover right now.
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It was Stamm's, itchy bearde that saved the day and caused the following freak chain of events.
Stamm reached up to scratch an irritation on his hairy chin but ended up catching a tentacle between his thumb and forefinger. The Mind Flayer, who had been reading Stamm's mind didn't foresee this event (it was a subconscious action after all) and both overreacted and overbalanced by launching his patented Mind Blast (a cone-shaped psionic shockwave) - at the floor.
Stamm, surprised to find a long green mucous-like object inbetween his fingers then stumbled for a tissue. Again, the Mind Flayer misstook this action for an offensive gesture and over compensated by snipping off it's tentacle for what it took to be a sacrificial move.
Stamm quickly realised that his nasal mucus didn't tend to writher and writhe in the palm of his hand but continued to reach down into his trouser pocket anyway.
The Mind Flayer then set up his powerful all rights reserved Mind Shield which was pretty useless against Stamms Axe-Thrown-In-The-Face(*) assault.
The party stood over the Floored Mind Flayer Flailing and Flabbergasted on the Flintstone. Our favourite dwarf returned his axe to his backpack, that he had secreted in his trousers earlier (see 67), and continued down the cavern to the start of a corridoor. Mission accomplished, thus far at least.
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