He started toward my throne and did a little salute with his sword.
“Now rise and face me!” he commanded.
Tsa! I ejaculated. “That’s rich. Come barging in here, cutting up my zombies, make me sit through your whole spiel about righteousness and whatnot, threaten to have me destroyed, and now you want me to just jump up and fight you? I’m doing the crossword, and until I find a six letter word for a blue fish—”
“Wrasse,” he cut in.
“What’s that?”
“Wrasse. W-R-A-S-S-E. Now can we fight?”
“Wrasse,” I mumbled, filling it in. “Yes,” I said, “that’s it.”
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