It’s like the first bug that sees me arrive at Gram’s house tells the other bugs I’m there. “Hey! Guys! Look! Tom’s here!”
“I love to bite that kid!”
“Me too! I bit him five times last year!”
“Oh, yeah? I stung him ten times!”
“No you didn’t!”
“Yes I did!”
“You’re a bee! If you sting him one time, you die!”
“Well… um… I.. wanted to sting him ten times.”
I had Random.org select a page for me and it selected page 106.
There was a bright flash and a whine like a small dog with a cold falling down a well and Mildew blinked once or twice, momentarily blinded, and found that Sponge and the bothy had disappeared and were now replace by a large group of rather grumpy fold, who, a cursory glance led Mildew to suppose, were, in all probability, Vikings.