Orko's Night Out

This London pub was unusually very quiet on that Sunday night, and was so tranquil that not a single yell of ‘Chug! Chug! Chug!” could be heard.

Orko was sitting in the pub taking a drink of beer. He was drinking over the fact that He Man abused him back on Eternia, and now he’s safe on Earth, he still has painful memories of it here. His eyes were open so wide they were growing colder by the minute. Every sip felt like a fiery dragon’s breath on his unforeseeable tongue, gums and throat in his mouth and neck, and when he had finished, Orko smashed his beer glass onto the floor, as he wobbled while floating out of the pub, occasionally bumping into things and accidentally knocking beer bottles and glasses onto the floor.

While flying out of the pub, he crashed onto the ground, with the sounds of police sirens wailing and a dog barking in the background. And do you know what he did next? He puked. First, he puked out thick, grimy Trollan vomit for what seemed like forever. Then he stopped. Then he did it again. Then he stopped. Then he managed to vomit in an extremely violent way, making him fall to the ground. He crawled through the puddle of his own smelly Trollan vomit and dragged himself wearily along the streets.

While in the middle of the street, he saw a fountain. He sat on the edge, and looked at his pure, clean reflection. It was so pure and innocent, that for a moment Orko didn’t notice his yellow eyes had turned red and bloodshot. He also didn’t notice his cloak had been covered with his own vomit. He had been caked in his own smelly upbringings, so it was time he needed a wash. He took off his robe and threw it into the fountain, then magicked some soap and a brush and washed off all the vomit. Then with another hint of magic, he snapped his fingers and his vomit-covered purple scarf turned into a nice, soft, fresh clean one.

Still with his robe off, Orko took a London bus, which has no passengers at all for some reason, all the way to an empty beach. He didn’t know it, but being out here in the warm moonlight in the quiet atmosphere of the beach made him feel like he was connected to nature. For a while, he sat on the warm sand, gazing out to sea, feeling the cool breeze on his soft blue skin.

Then suddenly, as if out of the blue, he began to yawn. He felt awfully tired after his long night out, so he snuggled onto the soft sand and fell asleep happily, knowing he was safe among the natural beauty of the world. As the sun rose over the sea, Orko kept on sleeping, with only the song of the waves filling his pointy ears…