Gando, momentarily surprised by the flying snake's speech abilities, offered his wisdom. "O great Snake, your nose juice may be better controlled by the rubbing of the mentho-smear-jizz onto your body."
The Couatl looked at him, confused. "Uhhhh. Oh, OK, thankssssssssss yous, mini wizssssard type perssssssssson." It flapped it's great wings and tried to grab the Vic's from a pouch around its neck, but seemed to be having trouble. It's body wasn't made for such contortions.
"You moron!" squeaked Tiggy at Gando, "It'll eat us for sure now you gave it the Vic's knowledge! Quick, we'd better go!" So with the Couatl distracted with it's search for winter medication, the group ran off down the passage.
Now go to 16.