The flinglebob and Peter slowly made their way towards Flingle Dom, where the majority of the flinglebob population resides. Few words are shared between the two, but they get to bond in some way, shape, or form. The air reeks of shit, almost as if a herd of elephants came over and just took dumps everywhere. As they went along, the smell just got stronger and Peter decided to cover his nose with his bloody shirt, not remembering where the blood really came from.
Out of nowhere, an arrow shot by. Peter was frightened, and not knowing what to do, he decided to jump into a bush. The flinglebob just kept strolling, not giving any attention to the arrow that just barely missed him and Peter.
"Are you just gonna act like that shit is normal?!" Peter shouted to the flinglebob.
"Yes, even though it's not! Hahaha!" The flinglebob just shouted back. He couldn't believe his ears.
Peter, still in shock, decided to stay hidden for the next few minutes, losing sight of the new "friend" he was just with, and still smelling that terrible stench. Eventually, he decided to start slowly walking in the direction that he last saw his new buddy go.
Every step he took, that smell of poo got stronger. He still didn't understand what it was, or where it came from. When he finally got to the large, stone walls of the town, he understood what it was.
Peeking inside of the gate, he saw that this entire community was literally built upon shit. Animal manure, the shit of the creatures and anything else that could produce waste, was used to build the houses and structures that this town lived in. "What the fuck," Peter said to himself.
The two guards at the gate were in neat suits of armour, built to fit their strange bodies. "Good evening.. sir? I have no idea where I am, and I was wondering if I could stay in this... town, for the night," Peter hesitantly said. "Hallo! Good evening!" one of the guards said. "This is Flingle Dom! Home to all of the flinglebobs and our glorious king!" said the other.
"Oh," said Peter. He didn't know what to say. He had to accept that he would probably have to live in this disgusting place to even survive through the night. "May I stay here for the night? I have nowhere else to go right now," Peter said. "Only if you can pay! Hahaha!! Typically it's free, but for you, it's not! Hahaha!" said the guard on the left. "This isn't right, I should be let in for free too!" he said in response. He didn't know why, but he was literally fighting to live in shit for a night, but he had to do what he had to do.
One of the guards suddenly raised their spears, attempting to intimidate Peter. Looking at the spearhead up close, he very quickly noticed what seemed to be creases in the spear. This was very obviously just tinfoil. "Oh my god, please don't hurt me! I just want a place to rest!" he said. "Mwahahahaha! Yes! Kneel down before the mighty flinglebob!" the one with the spear said.
Peter quickly grabbed the tinfoil spear by its head, grabbed the stick and started beating the fuck out of the flinglebob, easily destroying the tinfoil armour. "Wait!!! Stop!!" he shouted. "I'm sorry!!" Peter kept beating him until he was unconscious, bleeding from the mouth. "Do you wanna try me too?" he asked the flinglebob carrying the sword. "No.. haha.. go right in!" the creature replied. "Very well then."
Peter entered this kingdom, built upon shit. He couldn't believe his eyes. Buildings had very complicated architecture and intricate designs. But everything was simply made out of poo. The only pleasant smell in the entire place was a small restaurant that served what seemed to be blue potatoes.
"No wonder the armour seemed to fit so perfectly," Peter thought to himself. "Everything here that isn't the colour brown is either living, or made from fucking tinfoil bro." He walked to the restaurant, in desperate need of even a few seconds away from the horrid smell. There, he saw his friend, munching on the blue potatoes.