"Let's see... Reaper Army?"
A hundred dark-cloaked figures appear behind me.
"Check."
"Shadow armed with Bunny-Hugger?"
My insane shadow tilts the mighty spear, causing a small universal tremor.
"Check."
"My Sharktopus steed?"
The monstrous hybrid rears up.
"Check."
"Let's annihilate us some Wulf."
“She'd become a governess. It was one of the few jobs a known lady could do. And she'd taken to it well. She'd sworn that if she did indeed ever find herself dancing on rooftops with chimney sweeps she'd beat herself to death with her own umbrella.”
― Hogfather