Drunken Monkey Brewery

[Pazo]

08.09.2006 - Bring me a Taco my Infernal slave!

"Bring me a taco!" you demand of the massive infernal before you. After all, Tacos rule.

The beast looks at you gravely, its furrowed brow of sulfer and brimstone expressing more emotions than you would have thought possible for such a creature with basic shapes.

"So be it, master," the creature speaks. "I shall bring fire and suffering down upon all those who stand in my path. I shall stop at nothing to deliver on to you the item of your desire. No village shall give battle to my wrath and not fall forever into darkness and despaire. No bystandard shall block my way without feeling the full might and strength of the burning legion in a punch to their face! No child shall with hold said Taco! For I am BROGDOS! Lord of the twenty seventh plane, master of the flames of Kor'dirin, bane of the Tilgadas, and destroyer of over five hundred worlds. Your wish, master, is my command!"

He turns to face the door with the curtain.

"FOR THE LEGION! LET THERE BE TACOS!"

The flaming mound of boulders charges through the curtain, setting it ablaze, shatters through the wall of wood on the other side of the doorway, incinerating most of the planks before he even touched them. The tremendous crashing sound can be heard as you watch him plow a way through two rooms before the light of day pours through the opening like a bright dagger into your eyes. And you watch as the infernal, breaching the hull of the ship, kept trying to walk for a moment in midair and then got his barings as he fell into the sea.

"WATER! MY ONE WEAKNESS! OH THE IRONY!" was the last thing you heard him shout before hitting the water with a splash. Steam rose like a jet blocking the opening he had just formed through the vessel.

And that was when you notice one of the rooms was a sort of toiletry that had been ripped in half by the lumbering behemoth. Sitting there on the toilet was a tiny gnome with a monocal, long flowing robes, a bald head, and a bright green beard and mustache that covered most of his upper torso. The gnome leaned forward looking down the path that the infernal had took, then leaned back, raising a scroll to read as he continued his business on the toilet.

What do you do?
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