The two Gourds found their land legs and surprisingly, also legs, they realised that the hospital they woke up in must've performed emergency operations and gave them legs. The bulbous body of Renault bumbled to the door. She opened it to have a look and see who was around and who could listen in. She turned to Neiner with fear in her eyes - "Neiner, I don't know what these creatures are but they're certainly no help to us,"
"What are you talking about, Renault? They gave us limbs, we can walk, talk and not die!"
"But why did they do that, Neiner? Why?" This epiphanous question brought Neiner to the realisation that there must be something up. Why would these beasts give them the gift of mobility and the potential to orate their own opinions and thoughts?
"Renault, you're overthinking this. They were probably just nice" - said Neiner with an unconvincing tone.
"Then why did they leave Josh Hutcherson - actor from the hit trilogy The Hunger Games™️ (THE WORLD OF THE HUNGER GAMES is a trademark of District 12, LLC. Filed in June 11 (2015),)" - replied Renault.
The second question confirmed Neiner's newly found conceptions of these beasts. Neither of them knew quite why they did this.
The door opened and Renault hopped back into bed.
"Animal Crankers in My soup"
"What, who are you?" Renault asked.
"Shirley Temples Infomercial DVD boxset"
"WHO?"
"Giblet gravy - thos beans"
"Neiner who is this... man?"
"I'm not too sure Renault"
Stood before the two Gourds was a large, rusty haired man. Much taller than any of the beasts. He barely fit into the dwarf sized room - in fact - he didn't fit. The walls were crumbling to fit his large body into the room and a shadow-like depression was forming under where he stood. He shook his gargantuan head.
"Sorry my Women. I hadn't realised neither of you spoke Gaylick. Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Alistair, the head manager of this hospital. Before I begin explaining the after-care we'll be giving you, do either of you have any questions? Sent from my iPad"
"Yes, I do, why are we here in 'Dublin' and why we're we given limbs? What's going to happen?" Renault spurted. The barrage of queries given to Alistair were a little unexpected. But he answered them calmly and confidently none the less.
"You're in the hospital 'Ospidéal Naomh Pádraig na ndaoine' or in English 'St. Patrick's hospital of the people' here in the heart and centre of Dublin. Dublin is the principal settlement of the species of humans here called Eirea in English. Although, one of the scoutsmen found this scrap of paper whilst searching the hunting traps. It was found in the same opening we found you two." He handed the piece of paper to the two Gourds.
"THE IRISH" it read.
"The Irish?" asked Renault.
"It must've been Josh" gasped Neiner "he must've wrote that, but where is he now? Did he die?"
"Of course he died Neiner. He's not here, he was left in the jungle you dumb thot"
Accepting the miserable fate of Josh - Neiner sank into her pillow. Although they never grew an attachment with each other, she appreciated the help he gave the two. Not that Renault cared. She always seemed to be the bitchiest whore in the whole Gourd Patch. Even when the self proclaimed 'Arab queen' named Sharia Whore had lived in the patch and developed a kinship amongst the other vegetables - Renault was always one to comment. Renault was a power babe, however, and her voluminous size amongst the Marrows and Coonqwoits was so considerable that no one dared question her unspoken authority. Renault was always, however, the one to save and guard Neiner. For some reason it was always her to protect Neiner from the onslaught of nicknames and assailments she experienced; never one one to pussyfoot around. She always spoke her mind. Something that Neiner always seemed to... admire. Bringing herself from thoughts of Renault, and bringing herself to reality.
"Well I guess we'll call them the Irish then, in honour of Josh. He did fugging die"
"Uhh like ok" - replied Renault. "But we need to get the absolute fucking shit out of here! IT-" she was cut short. Cut short by Alistairs booming voice, "There's no need to leave, you'd Gourds. There's plenty of room in the Pombgin Batch, here in Dublin. After all, it is for your aftercare anyway; best listen to your doctors, right?" he said with a smirk of malicious intent on his face. Renault and Neiner looked with unvocalised agreement. They thanked the giant and slipped passed him.
