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Friday Larchive – He’s A Murdelar!
Fridays, we open the Larchives, Lar’s extensive archive of art work oddities, and share a few pieces. Sometimes there will be a theme, or a reason behind the choices. Other times there will be none.
If you are reading this, send help!
Something’s wrong with Lar. If that even is Lar. A bunch of Blind Ferret staff got an e-mail saying Lar was coming to see us. Montreal being in the red right now, we’re ordered to avoid have even small gatherings. But this is Lar! You don’t miss a chance to see Lar. Looking back, I wish we had.
Will, Stone, Moss, and I arrived at the old abandoned warehouse address Lar gave us. We figured he picked a meeting place that avoids getting caught for breaking quarantine. We suspected nothing. Not even as the rusty door locked behind us thanks to a bunch of weird gears and shafts.
We heard Lar before we saw him. His jovial voice echoed from the shadows. “Would you like to play a game?”
“Sure,” Will said. “How about Among Us?”
“How about…” Lar replied. “Among Rotary Blades?”
Will was halfway through asking Lar if he was having a senior moment when the floor opened up beneath him and he fell into a pit of spinning saws! Before we registered what was happening, they turned Will into a red slush like one of the smoothies he’s been drinking lately. He’s been trying to lose weight, but not that much!
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“Careful, Lar! This warehouse is booby trapped!” poor innocent Stone naively shouted.
“I saw,” Lar said.
“Why so much emphasis on the ‘saw’?” Stone said, raising an eyebrow. Suddenly, a chainsaw swung through the room from out of nowhere, raising Stone’s other eyebrow, along with the rest of his head as it decapitated him!
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“Ironic death traps?” Moss shouted. He began muttering to himself. “Don’t say ‘crotch explosion’. Don’t say ‘crotch explosion’.”
Suddenly Moss’ crotch exploded!
“Nooo!!!” he cried.
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As Moss was hoisted on his own nard petard, I ran for an exit. I didn’t even check if he was alive or dead.
“Why are you doing this?” I stupidly asked. I should have kept quiet, but I had to know. This was Lar! Everyone’s loveable adopted uncle. Why was he killing us?
“I’m glad you axed.” I heard him say.
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