In the meantime, Cipher finishes off the Alka Seltzer and looks over his shoulder.
"Ooh noo...not again. Taz, I think I need some coffee."
Then, glancing over at Sam: "Better make a large pot, I think we're going to need it."
Sam stirs and shifts on the barstool such that he is now sleeping on one ear. As he moves, yet another small cloud of cartoon flatulence erupts.
Cipher covers his nose. "Holy #%$!"
Unfortunately. the latest sculpture has been placed too close to the stool where Sam is sleeping. The cloud of cartoon flatulence comes into contact with the unbelieveableium, slowly liquifying it. Cipher sighs.
"Never mind Taz. I'll get the mop."
