We're Gonna Have to Go Through It

Adam Some things you do just to see how bad they'll make you feel Sometimes you try to freeze time 'til the slots are a blur of spinning wheels As Adam passed the threshold of the door, heard Pet enter behind him, he suddenly whirled about with a finger held aloft as he remembered something. Through his alcohol-sodden mind a memory finally came. "Oh! Oh! I remember why I wanted to come here now. I uh...I talked to one a the Gods here. Ludo. Big rags n mask and shit." He waved his arms about to mimic the floating beauty of Ludo's fabric body, managed an approximation of it that might convince a child with a head injury. He looked back into the house, wondered if there was any reason to suspect the horn might be here. "It told me to come to this place and look about for a horn. And I swear I'm not trying to hit on you or anything with that. That's really what it told me to look for. A horn! Carelessly he threw aside a chair and headed to the back of the room, where a trap door sat in the corner. "Oh, hey. I bet that's it. Aren't I just the fucking best?" Adam asked out into the room as he spotted it. He began to head towards it with a confidence that quickly did him a disservice, too-sure feet coming down hard onto the slanted floor and sending him flying, in danger of falling until he got his hands onto the wall...on either side of Peter's head. With the man so close before him Adam could only smirk. "We've gotta stop meeting like this." But I am just a broken machine And I do things that I don't really mean