BUCKET FULL OF TEETH: IV: CD

Rubber gorillas fight fluttering birdies on the lip of a spitting volcano. A dwarf in chain mail stands by, grinding his jaundiced teeth, and tosses ping pong balls into the crater where they incinerate in whispers, inches above the roiling lava. A dogcatcher pounds, intermittently, on the dwarf’s dented helmet with a bronzed horse dick, pausing now and then to shift the weight of the bricks taped to the back of his sweater. The alpha gorilla got gum in his hair.

 –doug (Level Plane)