Book XVII In “The Never-Ending Saga Of Tommy
Dawson: Master Of The Megaverse”
It was the belch to end all belches. It was a belch that formed in the steamy, bubbling cauldrons of hell, was somehow miraculously transported into the young boy’s tummy, roared up his esophagus and into his mouth, and in a chaotic burst of explosive and tempestuous fury was suddenly expelled into the open air.
Tommy Dawson sat triumphantly back in his chair grinning with pride as The Council gazed on with pale and horrified faces.
The meeting had been called to order.
© 1992 Randy Bone