Lying there in the midst of pain, you decide that the best thing to do would be run away, especially with the way these people are looking at you, which is hungrily. As your eyes adjust to the darkness, you see five people looking down at you. Within a few more moments, you notice that these “people” are not human. Indeed, they are the Mazoku Lords, from your favorite anime, The Slayers. You blink a few times, and then, feinting ignorance, and hoping that the rumor they can read minds is false, you sit up and say:
“Hi! The plastic bag sure is hot today!” refering to, of course, the time you had tried to break the world record of how-long-can-you-keep-a-plastic-bag-over-your-head.
Your speech is met with total silence. In fact, you begin to wonder if they even heard you in the first place. “Well,” you say. “I really should be going, but it’s been nice talking to you!” You leap to your feet and attempt to run away, only to be caught by the scruff of your neck and thrown back down.
You are ashamed to admit what foul explicitives flew from your mouth upon impact with the ground.
One of the Mazoku Lords steps foreward with narrowed eyes (so obviously its Phibrizo) and says “What is your name, human.”(He doesn’t ask; he commands) It is then that you notice each of the Mazoku Lords has his/her general and priest behind him/her (it?).
You obviously decide to: