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Better keep an eye out, cuz we're about to cook it up hot with lots more products popping like corn, Rhu!

I'm even excited about this one because Rob does that Daemonic stuff real, dare I say, g...g... well. He does it well.

When I was just a youngun I was paging through his collection of books on Demonology and got really super scared. He likes that kind of stuff, in an entirely academic way. That is, unless you're in character, and then you'd best beware, because its not all academic then! heheh.

This is true! I almost lost all of my fruit just looking at the Pun Demon depiction. He had a scaley melon for a head, pruned palms, and his fingernails were each double-winged like the backs of flying beatles, but dripping with some kind of acid shellac.

Looking to his mass, he appeared ribbed with ethereal rows of wavery lasagna, fluttering in heated blasts exiting from the baking depths of his chest cavity.

Pretzeled sinews interwove to suppose his jawline, where burnt orangeskins emitted cloven odors.

After numerous looks away to refix my perceptions, I couldn't get a meaningful fix upon this demonic visage. My feeble mind made fluid attempts to correlate between my birth reality's visual vocabulary and this other worldly presence. But never did I understand what I saw. It always moved away from comprehension.

The equivelents of what must be real, but which I could not comprehend through any of my past experiences of existence, rapidly fluctuated, passing like fruit on a one armed bandit. Whence this melonous head balooned into a stark white image, akin to something like the pillsubry doughboy's head covered in silver worms, the other correlaries followed in a rolling switch into other forms. Figs became turds and turds became the tongues of statues and these became pink spikes which came to be bleeding spear tips and never cold I fix on what the figged bleeding tips were in the first place, other than their apporximate location at the waist.

Looking back finally lost my fix on anything ordered at that time at all. I simply could do nothing other than flee, cackling in my loss of sanity!