[SE] it's a mud, mud world

JUST STARING AT THE SUNRISE
ABOVE THIS HOLLOW TOWN
BEEN CHASING EMPTY MEMORIES
THE KIND THAT'S KEEPING YOU DOWN

Whether she's serious or not he laughs abruptly at the mere image of Goose being firehosed by her. "I think you would deeply wound his ego if you did that." And his trust along with it. Her water after all, is a cannon, not to mention Goose is already affronted by the idea of baths, much less ones blasted at him in full force.

He doesn't see behind him that some of the mud they've begun to assault is moving. It's slow, but persistent, wriggling towards him like vengeful Jell-O. All the while his flame doesn't relent, cutting in an arc before him, mud shrinking and curling away from the heat as it began to harden and crack into burnt dirt. It had the effect of crème Brule, a hard shell on top, but lingering pudding beneath. He continued to blast into it, trying to hit the layers beneath, as she talked.

"No?" he laughs, certain she's joking now. "What, did it eat someone?" he jeers, picturing a violent ba-gawk right before it pecks someone to smithereens. He goes to take a step forward, but finds his leg firmly held, the memory mud that crept up behind him rooting him to place as it began to gather up and around his leg. "What the hell?" he demands, swatting at it with his hand, it's body swaying to and fro and attempting to latch onto his offending fingers in response.

THIS SENSE OF INDECISION
AIN'T WHAT WE HAD IN MIND
THE DREAM THAT I ENVISIONED
I AM STILL HOPING TO FIND