Through A Jelly, Brightly.

Gleetings ! Action replay !

A perfectly ordinary day in Gravesend…

Suddenly, RamboTroll, who is minding his own business, is transported without warning to the inside of a jelly.
“Lawks !” he grunts.
Suddenly, a little man appears, as if out of nowhere, but not really on account of he, too, was going about his own private and personal business, in Gravesend.
“Lawks !” says the little man.
They speak the same language. (In fact, ‘Lawks’ is a universal distress code, buried deep in the genetic memories of all beings descended from Sector V15III/SME3009II).
“Is This The Way To Amarillo ?” says the little man, in code.
“Urgh, yes.” grunts RamboTroll. “We hasta wait for da bus.”
Of course, the bus was late, but in time it took the unlikely pair to Denton, a district of Gravesend that is not inside a giant jelly.

They lived happily ever after.

Walk Tall !