Chapter 17
Bruce drove the knife through the heart of the god. All was still. Blood dripped down from the knife onto Bruce's jumper. Bruce pulled the knife out of the god with a loud squelch. The beating, impaled heart of the tyrant was pulled out with the knife, dropping it onto the floor in front of Bruce. It beat for the last time, spewing blood and something that looked like pink glitter, before trickling to its last breath. The god fell forwards to Mr. Chicken who caught them in their arms, the god whispered with their last breath, "You should have just died with the rest of your planet." As Mr. Chicken dropped them, they turned into pink glitter. Bruce yelled in rejoice, as they were finally free of the accursed rain. "I don't know who you are but thank you!" Bruce exclaimed at Mr. Chicken, "so… Does that mean the onion and banana rain has stopped?" Mr. Chicken asked, "And by the way, my name is Mr. Chicken."
Bruce and Mr. Chicken helped Pneumono hobble over to the teleporter. The feeling of travelling in the teleporter still felt weird to Bruce, but it wasn't as bad as last time. When they stepped off the teleporter, Bruce realised that it was still raining. "I thought we stopped the rain?" Bruce said
"It's still raining onions, but not bananas." Pneumono groaned as the pain from their untreated, broken leg strongly affected them. "Does that mean we have to kill the god of onions now?" Mr. Chicken complained. Then suddenly, the roof of the alley way was ripped away by a tornado made of onions. Everyone jumped out of the way underneath the other roof that was protecting the footpath. In the middle of the tornado - the fattest of them all - king onion sat on a throne made from cheese, eating cheese and onion chips.