#ScribesAndMakers 5 Mad Lib Reveal (and much silliness ensues)
@guyjantic version:
"I can't write," he said, casting a delicious glance at her before farting, two blobs protruding from his spleen.
@gahlearner version:
"I can't crouch," he said, casting a sensible glance at her before touching, two horses protruding from his eyebrow.
@willelm version:
"I can't cut," he said, casting a spicy glance at her before dripping, two hats protruding from his leg.
@samanthabwriter version:
"I can't scream," he said, casting a jumpy glance at her before soothing, two goslings protruding from his knee.
@adaddinsane version:
"I can't laugh," he said, casting a slimy glance at her before singing, two rabbits protruding from his toenail.
@kagan version:
"I can't bring," he said, casting a loud glance at her before juggling, two people protruding from his spleen.
@QuasiTemporal version:
"I can't fast," he said, casting a blue glance at her before confusing, two trees protruding from his eyelid.
And the original line from The Night Plummer & The Mockemortician (published book instead of WIP):
"I can't sleep," he said, casting a mournful glance at her before collapsing, two arrows protruding from his back.