Frantically, my mind raced. Maybe there was another way. The devil could be pretty nasty when he chose to be. As soon as I was his slave, I would probably be a mere instrument of his evil ways. And yet, I needed his help. Maybe I could fool him...
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Frantically, my mind raced. Maybe there was another way. The devil could be pretty nasty when he chose to be. As soon as I was his slave, I would probably be a mere instrument of his evil ways. And yet, I needed his help. Maybe I could fool him...
Given the circumstances however this was a stupid idea because he found out and then there was hell to pay. Well lots more gold anyway.
Having made me sign a deed for my soul, the Devil told me to begin my journey to the witch's castle; when I will arrive at noon the next day, he will tile its roof with gold, carry Reflectional back here, and we will make the fateful exchange. I immediately packed my bags and set off.
In my haste to get to the witch's castle, I remebered something: I hadn't even read that stupid paper! How did I know that The Devil had even put in there about the gold at all? There was a sudden "Bamf" and the old rascel was leaning agaist the next tree. "Don't be borring!" He sniffed, examining his fingernails again. "I may be The Prince of Darkness, but I keep my word." His face grew menacing then. "You just better keep yours!"
"Just make sure she is safe, please, and I shall never doubt you" I said to him gently; "my word is as good as yours, great Prince." I turned and began my journey into the deep forest.
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!
Zoologists in Ohio have discovered a new species of bat today: They are seven feet wide and five feet long, and they survive by killing and sucking blood from large animals', including human's!
And the animals most owned by humans, which these bats most thirst for, is these bats!
Burt Reynolds advised me against confronting the avian devils.
Coincidentaly, Burt said that he knew somebody that could help, for a fee of course. And gave me a card.
"Dracula and Brides, The Detective Company of the Undead". I read from the card. "Office hours: By appointment. After sundown only. Carfax Abbey." The hair stood errect on my head. Did ol' Burt really know what he was talking about? I needed a bat remover, not this supernatural ... thing!
Evening comes before I could return to his house and tell Burt off, and there are three giant bats hanging outside my door waiting for me to pop my head out; "I must get pass them" I thought, "I must warn Burt not to try and use magic tricks against these real and dangerous beasts and get himself killed."
Finally I saw my own unexpected dilemma - why hadn't I turned around sooner?
"Grandma will be dissappointed if I dont save Mr.Reynolds", I said to myself, suddenly the wall beside burst open, It was Burt Reynolds driving a semi in full bandit attire "get in" he shouted to me.
Hurriedly, i ran to the rescue, only to find myself in peril.
I encountered another large bat, luckily Tony Danza was riding shotgun with a shotgun and blasted it away.
Jenny Craig had given him pointers, and he really made her proud.
Kathy is my name, and posting in forums is my game....
Luckily, Lars Ulrich of Metallica appeared in a flash of light and transported Burt Reynolds, Tony Danza and I to a safe location at Will Smiths house.
Marlo Thomas and her pappa were there with party bells on their up-proud mugs.
Nope, Marlo and pops were downtown, at a restaurant with rude people yakking on cellphones.
Only Phil Donahue ended up getting to the detination of the night of nights to end the ending of all nights of nights, before Tony and company could get in the front door.
Phil Donahue then quickly contracted ADD and ADHD from a toilet seat, four minutes later succumbing to his illness.
Quirinius showed up with the Muskateers and Robin lagging behind, and Tony Danza told them that Phil needed them to take him to emergency so that everyone else could stay and party.
Ravishing was my appearence, and at the party I asked Tony Danza to dance. He declined.
Satisfied that he was just in his decision, everyone formed a circle around him and lifted him up on their shoulders to hail him their king!