Special Sauce: Oh, I almost forgot! I left my Super-Special Sauce sizzling on the oven. I better go check on it! [Steve retreats into the kitchen, leaving G'Love and his super-special squadron of "love" to clean up the table. Meanwhile, Hundo finds himself in a precarious sitaution as the rock upon which he is standing continues to crumble. He is no longer standing on solid ground but tumbling down down down towards the Grand Chamber Below. Hundo then whips out another chopstick, using it to slow down his descent. At the bottom, however he looks at his chopstick and observes that it has completely disintegrated in his hand. He wonders what could have made his magic chopstick turn to a bubbling liquid in his hands, but then he starts to comprehend, feeling the ice-cold hand on his shoulder, sapping him of his warmth and turning him slowly towards him. It was 'the Shadow Priest'!! Quck as a fly, Hundo popped a piece of sushi from his pocket into his mouth and began to humm and happy tune to the melody of "Every Blessing You Pour Out":
Every blessing you pour out, Lord, I turn back to praise you. When the darkness closes in, Lord, still I will sing: Blessed be the name of the Lord, and etc.
The Shadow Priest, whose ice-cold breath was beginning to suck at Hundo in a 'Kiss of Death' and whose shadows were swirling round him so as to gather all his powers of darkness around him, such whispy clouds that float up from the cracks in the ground, as if all the Spirit-Guards were rising up from the dead. The Shadow Priest, distracted for a moment by the certain signs of the rise of Princess Czernitziti down below, does not see Hundo reaching down to grab the hose of a keg filled with Root-Beer. He sprays it into the Shadow Priest's face which instantly freezes and spreads throughout his body. Pulling another chopstick from his back pocket, Hundo jabs it into the frozen Shadow Priest, making him howl up towards the darkness in anger as he shatters into a million pieces. Hundo begins to run, but the pieces begin to melt away at that moment into a grey, silvery substance that conglomerates and congeals with the other pieces around them, then merging with the mists, brings it to them, thereby increasing the density of the liquidy substance on the ground as it forms into puddles of Mudd, silvery and molted grey. Suddenly, there springeth up from the ground a multitude of the Hellish-Host: an entire legion of Shadow Priests!
Having fully congealed and retained their "true colors", they all stood decked out in full Egyptian armor, akin to the God Roh, or that is, "The Dog God", save for the 'Real Gospel', who was looking like on big, new-born babe wearing but a pale, yellow loin-cloth around his waist. This Shadow Priest spoke one command to the others without looking around: "Let's get 'em!"
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