Hello, o monster of hell.
I was not able to contact you before.
You wanted to know my plan. Forget it.
How dare you write to ME
You insolent hobgoblin
Creature of earth and filth
Of course I know your plan
It is obvious what sort of plan
One of your kind would come up with
A plan full of shrimps and dandelions
Toadstools and cobwebs
It won't work
Insolent demon. May the curse of the goblin of skull come down upon your head, even if it does not make much difference. I don't think there is any brain in there, so you shall come to no harm.
What is your rage to me
I have sucked your curse
Into my dark power source
And it only makes me
Yet more powerful!
Who needs a brain anyway, jellyhead
I am a spirit
Not one of these soggy carbon compounds
I laugh at your rage
Ha ha ha
Your puny power is nothing to my power.
I enclose my secret plan (in a lingo you can't read)
I ma gniog ot laets eht dnomaid fo efil
Dear Terces Nalp
Why would I want to read your puny plan?
My dear monster, you want to know because
You are the only thing able to stop me
I can easily stop you
By blotting you out
With my all-destroying gaze
Beware! Beware! Beware!
Don't mess with the best
Your doom will not be long coming
I am sorry to do this but I will anyway.
By all the power of the ruby of banishment
I banish you to hell.
Woof! Hard work, banishing people.
I am a monster of hell
It's nice to be home
(If you wanted to banish me
you would have had to banish me
to the Other Place.)
But I shall still uncover
Your secret plan!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I have a Servant of Hell
Following this letter to your hideaway
I Meant to send you home.
If I sent you to heaven I couldn't lock you in.
As it is I can, not to forget will, shut the door,
Which only the devil can open.
And you can't bend his ear.
Do you think that's funny, son?
I already sent my slave
To track you down and shrivel you
You will be like a beaten nettle
A cut thistle
A stranded jelly-fish
You will lie awake at night
With a beating heart
Listening for Night Visitors
Your plan will never succeed!!!
Sleep well, Hobgoblin!
My plan suceeded days ago.
Your servant is powerless compared
To what I stole! He is long dead. As we speak a fireball
Is racing to hit you. Oh, and don't try moving to get
Out of its landing area. It's locked on to you.
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