⚰️ Dracula Rat from the Dark Side 🪦🦇
Dracula Rat from the Dark Side
Looming sphere of rust and hazard, the Death Star of tunnels, ready to strike.
The Great Gnu whispers “dum-dum,” shadows crawling along the walls.
🅱️ Bo Skywalker leads his wingmen, oxygen check, setting charges swiftly with surgical precision, clearing the way, guiding the fleet of starships through tunnels crawling with flies and writhing worms.
Acrid whispers drift through the air, a scent of decay, surreal and leery.
The tunnels shiver, pipes groan under pressure, walls beginning to fall.
With a flash of light, his saber strikes true — Dracula Rat falls.
Head severed.
The fortress quivers, its core rupturing, pipes and tunnels exploding.
Wingmen leap free, fleet scattering through narrow shafts.
The Death Star lair detonates behind them, flames licking the tunnels, shadows dancing on the walls.
Bo glances back, the Great Gnu disappearing in a swirl of dust, whispering “dum-dum.”
Light returns to Ra-Ra-Ratatron’s skies, the acrid scent fading into mist.
Tunnels lie silent, skies holding their breath.
Stars glint in distant arcs, a quiet reminder of battles past.
What was lost is finally found, the dark side of tunnels vanquished.
Halloween drifts in the air, shadows and light weaving through memory.
Bo and his wingmen vanish into legend, the Death Star lair a smoldering memory.
Ra-Ra-Ratatron rests, its echoes telling tales of bravery, cunning, and the night when Dracula Rat from the dark side fell.
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