The Innocence
Jun. 4th, 2011 10:37 amMirrored from Sythyry.
Grinwipey floated menacingly in the door of Invincible Fire Demon’s room. “So
I’m your sheepshoofing lurvle now, am I?”
“I beg your pardon?” said Invincible Fire Demon.
“Well, tie my eyestalks in a vopter knot, you beg my pardon, now.
Didn’t beg it this morning with the shatter-and-mess, did you?”
“I’m sorry, but, I don’t know what you mean.”
Grinwipey scowled. “I’m not the shoggy for your stink-arranging little joke,
swimmy boy. I’m not gnawing on anyone’s fudd-whucker here, and I don’t even
think you thought I would. But you had your frutting gleebers in a frenzy –
thought it’d be as funny as the dashitzie to make everyone laugh at the
Khtsoyis, did you?” He raised a club. “Well, I’ve got a little joke of my
own.”
“What do you mean?” asked Invincible Fire Demon, scared.
“Off with your clothes!” roared Grinwipey. “Everyone thinks we roust the bean
of another species together, least you can do is drop trou for me!”
Invincible Fire Demon didn’t, at first, but Grinwipey was violently
persuasive.