"I ainnafraida you," Glug-Rump said in a drunken voice to the demon, which, though it was strong, only stood waist-level to Glug-Rump. "I've shit bigger'n you."
He burped again, shaking the world. "Ahh," he finally groaned, "I ain' goddime fer this... Geddoudam'way." At that, Glug-Rump began his usual walk towards the South Pole.
The demon looked confused for a moment, but then realized he was free to fight all the tiny creatures around it for its master without any further hindrance from the World-Strider. It decided to go for the dragons first, and then maybe squash that kid Giant. There was nothing left that could possibly stop it.
This was going to be fun.
