Raven flapped his wings and made a loud
groak from the back of his throat. They were in an underground cavern, misty and mysterious. "Here is the enemy." The Wabbit blinked. "They seem familiar." Lapinette drew an arm across her throat, "Shhhh!". The Satanists marched from a tunnel and talked amongst themselves. "There's someone else here," said the leader. "Nah," said another. "Our familiars took care of everything," They proceeded. "We shall slaughter all Franciscans, they're too nice." "Sickly - icky," said another. "So where's the virgin's blood?" growled the Satanist in charge of the upside down cross. "Vampires got there first, You'll have to make do with fun girls' blood." "I prefer it!" came a voice from the back. "Some Satanist you!" growled the leader. "I was a Satanist when you were still in short pants." "I never wore them." "We could see your shit." "Saggy old sack!" "You weren't even half-assed." "Poo bum smell." Raven whispered confidentially to Lapinette. "Take little notice, if their brains were dynamite, they wouldn't even be able to blow their noses. Do you have the explosives? Before the Big Devil comes." Lapinette fished under her frock. "He's usually in disguise." The Wabbit searched in his fur. "There's a cat that's gone." A flick of the wrist. Dynamite blasted. The Satanists landed in a tangled heap at the other side of the cavern. "That stops 'em pulling our legs," said the Wabbit. "Yet, someone Spake of me," boomed a voice, "I come disguised as the glistening skin of an onion." "You smell," said Lapinette.
