The Last Night of the Lobe

"Oh God! I feel Dizzy!" cried Tina. She retched in a bucket with flowers painted on it. "Oh! I'm gonna poop a dook brick tonight. Ugh." She looked up at the Lobe. The Lobe had floated free of its vessel and began squirting fluid onto the walls, the floor, the window. A viscous foam hit the ceiling fan and was flung about the room in a sickening tempest of foul odour. A green blob hit Tina's thigh, like spackle.

"Oh man!" Tina cried. "This is the card player from last time who did the little dance by the toaster."

The Lobe sighed and expanded into the infinite with a straight flush and was seen no more.