Tales Of Pete: The Weird Road Trip (Part 16: Unicorn Blood Part 3)

In the span of about an hour, we learned that unicorns really were bloodthirsty psychopaths but also apparently racist cannibals. The way they tore into the eqou’s corpse was stomach-churning, to say the least. They were noisy as hell too and from the looks of it, they weren’t going to let a single part of it go to waste.

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“Would you like some?”The king offered.

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“No thanks,” Carl replied. “We’re not really hungry.”

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“Suit yourself. I take it you both understand the situation you’re in?”

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We nodded.

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“Good. I’ll send someone out to take you where you need to go. He’ll meet you outside.’

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We couldn’t get out of there fast enough. It took a great deal of my willpower not to puke while watching them eat. If I had, I get the feeling I wouldn’t be typing this up right now.

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