"G-God's actually… shitting," Bojo whispered, unable to believe what he was seeing as if his world had collapsed. How could a god actually shit? Isn't he supposed to be a supreme being?
The human, who looked around 18 to 20, who was shitting and singging, looked up and noticed the goats. In the next second, the human shouted, "Alpma no jaka ass!"
Chaos returned at once. Footsteps scrambled, and an alarm rang out. A woman burst from a shed, broom raised and shrieking. Lin bolted, Toro shoved Bojo forward, and Bram lowered his head, ramming the human aside. A crack, a scream, and blood sprayed as the human crumpled. Torches flared, the woman's howls chased them all the way to the fence.
Lin, who was in the front, never looked back. He had gambled his life on curiosity once—never again. He ducked under the wire, and in a heartbeat, they were back inside the farm. Almost fucked up. Damn, that was so close. Thought Lin as he panted for breath.
