The Summoner stands outside the castle, contemplating his next course of action. "These pathetic rodents, they've killed my family!"
From over his shoulder, he hears a delighted singing:
Poundsie poundsie! Me'll makes the clergy into moundsies!
Knight is having none of it though. He turns to the skeletal man approaching him. "I have had enough of you. I will not be a victim of your poundings today!"
He grabs his jaw and yanks off his head to reveal a gruesome visage.
"WALLA WALLA BONGA!"
As he is about to pull the trigger on his laser-contraption, the clanking sound of stamping feet approach.
Sir Carrots leaped out, saving the Pounder's life. The ray pews off his shield, striking the green thing in the face.
In only a moment, the fate of the men standing there has truly changed.
Staring at the green globs on the ground, they count their lucky stars that things have resulted as they have.
Christos Knight was Scum.
That next morning, Sir Carrots tells the tale to the boy king.
"And then the ray went pew!" Sir Carrot says, with a rush of joy. "There is only one of them left, if the puzzle is to be trusted."
The boy king is almost pleased. "Thank you, good Sir Carrots, you have done well. Now, please, step aside, there is at least one more life to take today."
Pirelly Dabito is escorted into the room.
"What have you to say, Dabito?"
Dabito is about to speak, "I~"
His head falls to the ground, revealing its true form.
"I didn't really care what he had to say, so why not just get it over with."
The boy king looks at the fourth and final Witchbreed, still, on the floor. "My people, you have done well. It seems you have rid my kingdom of these... things."
He turns to Wolverton.
"As the man in charge of day to day operations here, what dost thou thinks? Be we safe," he asks.
Wolverton considers his answer carefully. "For the time being, I trust we will not be troubled by these creatures again."
Satisfied, the boy king turns and addresses his subjects, "I am very proud of you, you have done well this day, and I expect us to return to the normal cheerfulness we celebrate daily here." He stops and thinks. "Oh, and whoever this 'Pounder' fellow is... Stop it. This pounding behavior is unacceptable!"
The crowd titters, knowing the hand he had in clearing the kingdom.
"Very well, carry on!"
The crowd disperses, and Wolverton mutters to himself.
"Yes, carry on."
Town (and Serial Killer) wins!
More thoughts coming up, but I know people are waiting, so I'll update this later.
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