*sigh*... *looking up from his coin fliping and book
reading..* "Imps! Attention!"...... .... *The Imps shuffle
slightly* "WAait For it"... "EaaaaT! Beattles!" *The bookies shadow
of Pete dissapears* "Right.. Beasties.. beattles and imps that go
squish in the night." "Zophiel Just what the hell is going on here?"
*a dim light bulb appears above His head* *murmerng mostly to
himself* "Control your fear and control the situation.. power is in
knowladge.." *Takes out a can of RAID(tm)* "Ha!" *Procedes to
dramatically spray down the whole group of encroaching insects.* *the
Mass of insects still advances still beyond the corpses of thier
twitching comrads..* "Hmm..." "AHH!" "FLAME ON!" *he takes out a BIC
(tm)* "take that Bug boys" *Lighting the oddly conituous stream of
aerosol poison.* "None Shall Pass!" *The twiching bugs and their
slowly advancing compatriots are wholly comsumed in a great sticky
mess of flame.* *Seeing the Stygian Reavers for the first time.* "Oh
Shit.. its Georges' Characters.. RUNNNNNN IMPS Run for your Lives!"
*He glimpes at the tapestry it mocking him with him hanging upside
down in a tree as "The Fool"* "Wunderbar"...

x/Pete