"We can play wherever we want!" said a defiant Fertal, his features
bristling with fierce dark elfin anger. "We like the fire-trees! They make
us happy!"
"Ya!" Artizza concured. "They make us happy! Go away! Nobody asked you to join in the fun, mofo!" "Harumph!" the demon huffed, raising his pitchfork menacingly.Fertal scowled and stuck his tongue out at the little devil in response. "You don't scare us with your smack talkin and battle stancing!" he replied haughtily. "You're just a chubby chump!" "Chubby chump! Chubby chump!" Artizza mocked euphoniously, skipping around the demon as she sang out her taunts."Harumph!" the demon puffed, preparing to make a decisive blow in Fertal's direction. Fertal's attention, however, had turned to the gleaming earrings that Artizza still wore. Her gift from Dr. Vincent! His libertine friend Pronklezilch had got them into this (in a way), certainly he could get them out! "Artizza!" he exclaimed. "Your earrings! Give them a twist, what for!"Artizza had forgotten all about her earrings! "Oh ya!" she gingerly reached up and began twisting... Lo and behold, in a brilliant flash of white the crooked figure of Pronklezilch materialized in front of them! He looked quite shaken as he took in the pleasant hellscape that surrounded him. It was right at that precise moment that the pitchfork was sent hurling toward Fertal's left eye, but missed it's mark and struck the seamy old wizard square in his juevos instead. He swooned forward and fell to the ground with a high-pitched screech.Artizza giggled. The demon blinked.Fertal became caught up in the lapping tongues of fire that licked the deep-blue sky, and went into another tree-induced trance. "Golly," he muttered with awe struck wonder. "Living mortals can't walk the Hell-Plains!" the demon gasped after a moment, genuinely bewildered.
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