This is when the King-of-All-Things disappears, his neck tucked inside his now prominent and protruding shoulders, as if steam was going to puff out of the hole between them, were his head to vanish with the neck. There he goes needing to get to the bottom of this affair and find the truth about his One Egg while the Monkeys follow him, waiting for deactivation of the destructive, demonised death beams. Here now, they knock this King off balance and the Egg is lost. Falling off the edge of the platform. Falling, falling. And falling some more.
“WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?” he thunders, “WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?”
“You do have some powers don’t you?” Captain Traumatic yells, knowing, sensing some fortunate turn of events, his tongue resisting more cynicism, uncertain what this mad King might do next because sometimes, you can never, never really know.
“Here!” he continues, “catch the flag!”
Now Birdseye, on the Captain’s command, throws the Flag onto the platform as the platform appears to slant a little while the flag floats fast towards the side of the platform from which the Egg fell.
With what may have been an attempt at majestic magic, the King-of-all-Things raises arms and hands above his head, trying to magnetically attract the flag with the power contained within his hands but the platform slants some more and away, away floats the flag.
The King-of-all-Things dives into the platform and propels himself forward fast, swimming frantically towards the flag, as if fuelled by an unseen engine.
“Mermaid abilities?” Labaguette muses aloud but the platform’s angle is now tipping at a 40 degree angle.
“Gravity… this cannot be,” the Captain remarks.
“Impossible,” Birdseye confirms.
To be continued…