Keen-eyed, the party stopped to stare at the returning love dragging the witch by the hair, who said upon arrival, "My love, tell that devil to take his office recycling and go to hell! I took care of myself!"
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Keen-eyed, the party stopped to stare at the returning love dragging the witch by the hair, who said upon arrival, "My love, tell that devil to take his office recycling and go to hell! I took care of myself!"
Lovestruck once again at the sight of my beloved, I tore the papers from the devil and burned them as soon as possible. The flame turned blue and green with rage, but the contract was off. I was free! I immediately set about figuring out what to do with the witch.
Many rodents were fast about to lend their helpless paws.
never the less, it took a good hour to bury the evil witch deep within the earth.
Of course, I was still amazed as to how my love managed to beat up the evil witch and save me a lot of gold... and my soul too. "How, deary?" I asked her.
"Pathetic creature she was!" My dear Reflectional replied. "She may have spent her time learning the Black Arts, but a broomstick can make a handy weapon for those as know how to use it! I knocked her into her own cauldron with hers, and no liquid is good for a witch.
"But, how did you come to get mixed up with that no-good, pompous Devil?"
"Quitted looking for good help is all!", he said with a sense of shame.
"Rescuing you was the only objective of my life then, my love, for without you I would have prefered living in Hell anyway," I said to her; "so I made a rash decision; I'm so sorry."
"Saved by wife again", trumped the wife, giving the usual heroine smile!
"The forest was back to normal and all creatures were happy. Refectional and I were married the next day, and we lived happily ever after." Depictional finished his story, turning to his wife and kissed her.
Under the bringle bushes to the left, a small fire, still unnoticed, was quietly astir!
"Vengeance is mine this time, wretch!" A raucous voice came from a figure of the witch inside the flame, which had now stealthily surrounded everyone, "I will have my gold and, this time, your lives too!"
"Will you get a grip, it's over!" Reflectional screamed at the witch's image in the flame. The witch laughed. "Not this time, you poor fool! I am stronger than ever. I shall triumph--". But just then, it began to rain very hard, and the flames were put out. The witch gave a last wailing cry, and vanished forever!
"X-men! They're here to save us!" Reflectional said to her husband. "Look honey, that was Storm's rain that killed the witch. Ooh, ooh, and that's Wolverine beating up the Devil over there by the big tree! Ooh, and..." "Good morning," said to them the deep voice of Professor X who has, from nowhere, appeared right in front of them.
"Yes, an' der be plennie more uh us da sbare," said the X-Reserves!