Pseudonomen

Something in me snapped.  I took two fistfuls of his vest and slammed him against the floor, his skull smacking the stone with a sick thud.  As he cried out, I lifted him up to dangle his head above the lava.  The sickening aroma of fried mushroom assaulted my senses. I silenced his screaming with a backhand slap. "Now you listen to me, you little shit," I spat in his face.  "I know full fucking well that - look at me! – I know that the princess is in another castle.  I've been told countless fucking times that she's in another castle.  Maybe you can be a little bit more specific this time, huh?" The Shroomhead's mouth trembled with the