Licked by a Troll or Trollicked
He was licked by a troll.
It was like a sticky snot that covers your face when someone too close sneezes. Except, it was the ink of a pirate masquerading as a steward and it could not be wiped off.
It was like finding a snake in your sock drawer. Except, the frame speed on the moment played out over months instead of milliseconds.
It was like the sound that a dog makes when it licks your face. Except, the volume of the sound was amplified to an ear-splitting level.
It was like a cross between shampoo in your eyes and a sphenopalatine ganglioneuralgia (the freeze your brain feels when you eat ice cream too fast). Except, the pain didn’t rinse out or warm-up.
It was like an unsightly rash for all to see where you couldn’t conceal it. Except, it wasn’t seen as just a rash, it was treated like coronavirus and you were locked into Wuhan.
Trolls. They have been around for a long time breaking and smashing things (and people). Except, they have traded in their clubs and axes for Sharpies that write in ones and zeroes.
