“You are the Kaloopalooit.”
“Of course,” burbled the sing-song head on the right, which possessed an air of utter contentment.
Despite the stench of rotting fish, the Kaloopalooit retained some alluring quality. Its glittering skin hypnotized Enooya, opening forgotten channels of suggestibility. The Kaloopalooit was beautiful and hideous all at once.
“Enough of this revolting generosity,” snapped the long face on the left side. “You owe us a favour, Enooya.”
“What do you want from me?” she asked, no choice but to obey this creature whose body was wrapped around hers.
“Children!” the miserable head barked.
“You want to have children with me?”
“No, miserable human! Bring us your children!” He licked his thin lips.
The kindly head at the right shushed the thin one. “You see, Enooya,
