"Yikes!" Squeaked Esther as another hammer strike came down. 

Being a pufferfish had its advantages in these moments for avoiding grievous bodily injury. But it certainly didn't stop one from being bounced around like a beach ball. Nor did it do anything for the dizziness that followed. 

"GRAAARRRRGH!" 

The scream from Melinda could only have been described as "gutteral" and animalistic. It was the kind of scream you could only have heard from the most feral and distraught sort of creature. It had no target, much like Melinda's hammer swings. 

Poor Esther had just been the nearest target. Roland had backed away as soon as the situation seemed to go awry. 

"It must be some sort of drug! She's gone mad!" Roland screamed.

"Ahh, I'm sorry Mel, I promise I won't steal cake slices again!" Screamed a terrified Esther. 

Roland's jaw dropped. They weren't listening. Even now, neither of them was listening to him. He was just being ignored. Sure he wasn't the target of danger this time, but that didn't mean he wanted to be ignored.

"What the hell?" He whispered under his breath. He could barely even hear himself over the barbaric screams of Melinda. 

Suddenly Esther's voice rang, "Rolly, help!"

Oh, now they were paying attention, but not even to acknowledge his hypothesis, or ask him what he thought could be done. Just do it. 

Well, he'd do it alright. Roland looked around and saw just to his right was a shelf of conveniently empty bottles. 

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