meanwhile, Bree and Ellis have become ensnared in the web of a purple sheep with three long, spindly legs.

Ellis thrashes in the sharp, abrasive webs, but only succeeds in adding to his previously small collection of bodily injuries. his flannel is in ribbons, or perhaps scarves. '''in ribbons''' is used a lot. Ellis’s flannel is split like a cotton slinky.

the sheep moos and clacks one of its beaks. there’s a shiverish crinkling sound as it ambles toward the web on its leathery limbs.

Bree: stop.

Bree hangs utterly still. her face is blank, and he stares off through far room of the room.

Bree: it hears you like a spider.

Bree: it wants to kill you.

Ellis: i know, girl, we gotta GIT!

Ellis: you gotta kill it.

Bree: no.

Ellis: but m’girl, we’re up n fucked!

Ellis: why not?

Bree: bad word.

the sheep stops at the base of the web stretching across the corner of the room. the room is full of shelves of cupcakes, which i guess means that the doer was throwing up TWO illusions.

Ellis: sorry girl.

Ellis: i’m just losin—i’m just—

Ellis: i’m freakin up in here!

Ellis: you gotta kill it.

Bree: no.

Ellis: but— bu— WHY!

Bree: it wants to kill us.

Ellis: exactly!

Ellis: it’s tryna kill us down!

Ellis: do you wanna up n get eaten?

Bree: no.

Ellis: then kill it!

Bree: no.

the sheep begins to ascend the web.