Spineless Asagi oozed along a steady pace, getting closer and closer to the fortress. The stench was greater here, and suspect brown globs were all around. Asagi simply moved around them, his barely human starfish-like shape easing about the globs as Asagi navigated through them.
One of the Actors considered singing a ballad, and stopped halfway through his thought, suddenly falling over in apathy. He landed face first in the s**t. Whatever, who cared? There was no play to act in, who cared about s**t in the face?