“I’m meeeeeeelting”, screeched Tso Lan, Demon Sorcerer of the Moon, before turning into a misshapen hellbeast worthy of an epic confrontation that won’t be completely get cheated out of by stupid shit.
To which Tso Lan, Demon Sorcerer of the Moon, replied with his Thousand Monkey Poop Sling ancestral technique, and all bystanders stood in total awe as both projectiles crossed in mid air, speeding like fate itself toward their respective targets.
All poop froze in mid-air as Brandon materialized above the battleground, carried by two majestic birds with naughty bits, claiming sovereignty over all fecal matter.