| "Hmm...these do taste good," JD said, grabbing another strip of barbecued squid llama from a plate. "Gotta try it with ketchup!" Herekittykitty slid the plate to him innocently. He did so, tasted it and choked. "Pepper!" Herekittykitty grinned and crunched another bit of barbecued squid llama. Mac watched from a turret window, smiling. "It’s working," she gloated. "Where’d you find all this!" Flower gasped, as she, LadyElizabeth and Phantom exited the tower. "Found a whole graveyard of squid llama," Siempra grinned. Everyone was feasting. The barbecue sizzled appreciatively at this new source of protein and the tables were laden with plates of sauces, fries and squid llama legs. "I am not trying any of it," Phantom said uneasily, remembering the handful of squid llama brain matter he’d held a few minutes ago. "Not even with barbecue sauce?" Coldhaven coaxed. "It tastes a bit like fried squid, and a bit like pork." "Ohh," Phantom was reaching out for the leg of squid llama before he even knew it. Finally he took a mouthful and nodded, bursting into a grin. "Yeah, it’s pretty good!" "Urgh," Flower and LadyElizabeth said. Shadow had shirked her biohazard suit now, and was wandering among the crowds with a plate of squid llama in her hands. "Oh come on, guys, celebrate. We survived the fall of the tower!" Someone turned the Backstreet Boys CD on and immediately there was a stampede to destroy the CD, the CD player or both. Then the sun disappeared. "Hey, who turned out the lights!" someone yelled. Everyone looked upwards. "They’re heeeere!" someone whispered. Leathery wings flapped through the air and awkward, clumsy primates tumbled through the air, primates that stank of bananas. Shadow clapped her hands in glee before she could stop herself then looked around innocently in case anyone had heard. But no, she was safe. Everyone was too busy watching the drunken aerial display as three winged monkeys crashed into each other. Then the ground began to tremble... The Realmians looked around, bewildered. "Uh oh," several people murmured. The grass was kicked up as trapdoors flung open and squid llamas burst forth, galloping at the Realmians from all directions. "Yes!" Mac gloated from her tower window. "Yes, my little pretties! Get them all!" Everyone stood still, as it dawned on them that scaly squid llamas were stampeding towards them and winged monkeys were flying over them... then everyone panicked. Several people picked up plates of barbecue sauce and hurled them at the squid llamas. Caed was the first to fall. Red smeared all over his shirt, he lay on the ground. Siempra grabbed his hand, pulled him up and together they ran. "It’s only ketchup," he explained between breaths. "Good," Flower said brusquely as people continued hurling sauces at the squid llamas. LadyElizabeth picked up a plate of squid llama legs and hurled them at the enraged squid llamas. The squid llamas stopped dead. Their eyes wide, they lowered their heads, sniffed the barbecued portions. A few ate a few mouthfuls. Then the first squid llama spoke. "That’s Auntie Ewen!!!" it screamed, spitting out a mouthful of barbecued auntie squid llama. Then they all raised their heads, staring at the pieces of barbecued flesh. Their green scales went white. "Let em have it!" JD yelled, hurled a plate at them. And seconds later, the food fight resumed at full throttle. "Noo!" the cries rang out across the barbecue battlefield. "Grandma L!" "Noo! Uncle Peter!" "Mummy!" "Granddad Tommy!" "Daddy!" Finally, the squid llamas had enough. Kicking up the grass, they skidded on their hooves and scarpered back down the trapdoors into the depths of the earth. "Noo!" Mac howled, pounding her fist against the table as she watched JD light a match. "Let the barbecue resume!" Phantom said evilly, slamming a trapdoor shut. JD dropped the match. Flames roared through the underground tunnels, barbecuing squid llamas where they stood. Hours later, Realmians wandered the tunnels, carrying plates of barbecue sauce and ketchup, and feasting. | 
