*sighs* Oh man am I tired. ... What is this? An intruder? ... Why does he have such big thighs? ... You're going to kill me... for what- eating the last tendies? ... Whatever. Let's get this over with.
*fireball, fireball, teleport*
*spoopy ball, spoopy ball, teleport*
*lather, rinse, repeat*
... Well he's dead, whoever he was. ... Wait, this isn't the dungeon I was thrown in. ... Coffin? ... Looks like a castle... DID THAT [REDACTED] ROMANIAN GET HER FATHER TO PLAY SWITCH AND PUT ME IN HIS CASTLE AGAIN TO FIGHT HIS BATTLES FOR HIM? ... THIS IS WHY I HATE ROMANIA! I WILL FIND YOU GYPSY, AND I WILL TEAR YOUR NIPPLES OFF!
...
Now how the hell do I get back?
[death enters the room holding his head]
Death: That faggot gave me a massive headache.
... Death, we're not on speaking terms, but... is it Halloween again?
Death: ... I see the master played a trick again. *sighs* Well, you're more efficient in getting rid of trick or treaters than he is.
... That fruit over there with the whip got past you.
Death: The sun was in my eyes.
The Son is in mine. How do I get out of here, or do I disassemble your skeletal ass and use the bones as a trail to find my way home?
Death: So you accept that dungeon as your home now?
*castle rumbles from intense energy*
You... are going to pay for that remark. HAVE AT YOU!
And that's how I spent my last Halloween. ... Fudging Romanians. Wispy little bitches didn't even have any chocolate in the refrigerator.