The chapter after the one that was before this one

The fleshy, boney humans and the archaeologist who prolonged their pathetic lives ran through the absurdly spacious sewer, away from the nazis.

 

“Quickly, in here” Indie yelled as he pulled a grate off the roof of the festering pit of faecal matter.

 

Meanwhile, in the lair of the mighty Cthulu, the author tired of thinking of ways to belittle humans and decided to write the rest of the novel in third person.

 

“Blast, the author stole the narration. Now how will we ever get it back!” Watts shouted. Then, for no reason in particular, The Protagonist and The Loch Ness monster where in the death star taking cover from a horde of storm troopers

 

“Dear god” Watts exclaimed

“The authors getting bored of writing this! The very fabric of the universe is beginning to tear! If we don’t do something entertaining soon the universe is doomed!”

 

Will I think of any new ideas? Will I arbitrarily kill off all the characters and go play metroid? Find out in the next exciting issue of THE PROTAGONIST AND THE QUEST FOR FIRST-PERSON NARRATION!!!