Wandering Limbo

“I hate you” Marcos said for the fifth time as he floated aimlessly through the fluffy void that he found himself in. “I really feel that you are not taking this as the learning experience it could be dear boy, think of all we are learning here!” Thomas gestured wildly as he spoke but maintained his orbit around Marcos like a chubby bespectacled moon. “And what pray tell are we learning? I can barely see in here!” Marcos screamed “We may as well be floating through marshmallow fluff for all we can see or do!”.

Thomas pulled at the small triangular goatee that formed the extent of hair upon his head as he spoke “well I do give you that face that my spell did not work quite at intended, but consider this at least this limbo lacks fire and pitchforks”.

“I hate you”.

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