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Let me tell you one thing: getting crushed by a gigantic blobfish was not for the fainthearted. Lute felt like he was being molded into something else entirely as the flabby pink flesh slammed against his face and spine over and over again. If that wasn't bad enough that he slipped each time he tried to get out of the monstrosity, the virtuoso was now covered in a questionable clear fluid that was odorless but somehow convinced him that it was stomach acid and that he was slowly being digested whole. Then everything went to pink slimy Hell- something picked the blob up and used it as a mace to clobber the Dream Eater with, and Lute felt like he was he was in a blender and the other main ingredient in the smoothie was the blobfish's fat. After the first swing he was knocked out senseless, and the other slaps reduced Lute's consciousness to nothing but the overwhelming desire to see solid ground with nary a hue of pink. He didn't even realize he was screeching "I want out! Ouuuut!" the entire freaking time. 

He knew not when he got out of Hell, but something hot was near his face and he glanced up. Estelle. Oh gods he was going to puke. Lute was passed over to Aria and Atlas- for a brief moment there he thought they were twins- and he made a point of expressing his need to hurl, but the stuff that came out of his mouth resembled a baby's incoherent speech. Well at least the goddamn Dream Eater was done and over with, yeah!?

He would ask Atlas later for the moments of awesome that he had missed, and would probably contemplate about the important lessons he had learned in this nightmare sequence Dr. Dream had cooked up, but for now Lute just wanted to... collapse.

That and to never see a blobfish again, thank you very much.