"I'm Evil." Arms extends, hands shake, sparks fly energetically between the creatures who terrorized planet Earth.
"Worse. The worst." Long black uneven, thickened fingernail points at his smoldering heart, misunderstanding.
A left mutton chop pull is answered with pointed ears blasting out fire.
"You're good."
"No, bad. Really not nice. Mind this trident. Can't always control its flames."
"Watch out, slush pile!"
"Too late." Mountains of unsolicited material turns into ashes. Smoke fills four nost...
Published on May 16, 2010 07:02