"Tiny! Spit him out!" Dave shouted.
"But Hun-gry…" Tiny said in a reluctant voice.
"You either spit the undead back, or I'll call Dog out!"
The threat seemed to work as the giant dropped the undead from his mouth. He was groaning making a face akin to a pout in the process.
The undead scrambled standing on his feet. He didn't seem to be bothered by the black sludgy saliva covering as he scurried away from the Grave Lord. It seemed that for this fellow undead, death was not the ultimate experience in his life.
"You big oaf. If you want to eat, you don't have to eat fellow undead. Listen Tiny. I'll go meet a big guy, and when we are done, I'll let you have as much fish as you want from this lake!" Dave said.
"Promise?" Tiny said.
"Man, are you a kid? Yeah, I promise. Now let's change back to tiny Tiny, and let's go."
Tiny absorbed Spike into itself and transformed to his black slime form and hopped into Dave's inventory.
