“Dub?” Lub’s pulse wavered.
“Catch,” Dub would reply, snapping shut like a valve. “Push. Catch. Push. Catch.”
The first sound Lub ever heard was Dub.
SHHHH-CLICK— the tiny voice caught the overflow and spun it away like a thread through a needle.
Weave.
Lub tried a mighty heave—a for the ages. The pressure skyrocketed. The chamber walls screamed.
“Push,” Lub would grumble, his walls bunching like a fist. lub and dub sound
Lub pushed. But the river felt thick. Sludgy.