little goody two- smack! . shoes, little goody two- smack! . shoes, little good--
directs teams of skeletons to dig at the graves.
dig! dig faster! i want every black hearted, worm infested, son of a bitch that ever died in battle! we'll storm their castle and take the book! then my lads, eternal life shall by ours!
why ain't you a sweet little thing? his boney digit caresses her lips.
your gonna learn to live me missy.
darlin' i'm gonna save him the trouble. he clutches her squirming body in a boney embrace.
who rules?!
where are they keeping my book?
excellent. proceed.
you needn't bother.
you are now my captain. i will now allow anything to stop me from possessing the necronomicon. get me into that castle.
arrows!
the book shall be mine! he raises his rusty sword. ladders!