A Rude Awakening

The HIDEOUS plans had been laid out, the time set and all the EVIL 
plotters were ready to carry out their vile machinations. Poor little HASUN 
lay SQUISHED in a little ball sleeping innocently at the Hanging 
Gardens oblivious to the nefarious scheme about to take place. The nearby 
HUMGII let rip a foul cloud of noxious gas, lost in the miasma that is 
Hasun's STUPENDOUS odour. However this subtle passing of wind was 
precisely the cue that the aforementioned loathsome plotters had been waiting 
for.

WHAM

A SEA-CUCUMBER came spiralling in from the south to strike Hasun 
squarely on the back of the head. This was possibly a somewhat LUDICROUS 
element to the plan, but the master plotter had insisted upon it 
vehemently. As the poor, abused sea-cucumber began to SLITHER away asleep.

Sinister figures sprung from the shadows and quickly bound Hasun's 
wrists and ankles tightly together. A large catapult was hastily 
constructed as a hammer and chisel began labouring away, first at the grime 
around the locks on his boots, then the locks themselves. As the boots were 
removed Hasun began to come to and started to struggle in vain against 
his bonds. "You're not going to SQUIRREL your way out of a bath this 
time." The cowled figure that appeared to be in charge laughed manically 
as Hasun writhed on the ground, fear sinking into his features.

The catapult was now complete. Trussed and helpless Hasun was lowered 
into the basket and the switch was thrown. Flying through the air, Hasun 
realised which direction the catapult was aimed in and began thrashing 
about wildly, panic evident in his eyes.

SPLASH

Bars of soap came hurtling in from the east and scrubbers descended 
from the trees with twisted grins of sadistic glee upon their faces. The 
task was set to of scrubbing Hasun from head to toe. The screams of 
agony resounded through the forest. Guttural screams of pain and torture, 
reminiscent of a bear caught in a trap and tormented by poachers 
disturbed animals throughout the Ithmias. Finally, the deed done, a luckless 
Hasun, dripping and defeated was hung from the branches of a nearby tree 
and left to dry. His eyes were hollow and his spirit crushed as he was 
cut down and stood back on his feet. The only audible sound was the 
demented cackle of the vile siren that had planned this monstrous 
inhumanity.