Snasty's back because I'm feeling about as hot as Hades!
Not The Boss
Snasty was feeling unappreciated, so he looked around for a minion to take it out on. The minor devil with aspirations of grandeur’s eyes fell on a tiny imp he’d never seen before.
“Hey, pipsqueak!” he roared.
The mini imp kept walking like he owned the place. Snasty stalked over to him and grabbed him by the tail. Hauling him up in air, he stared him in the eyes. For some reason, the little guy stared back with a look that seemed familiar.
“I don’t know you. Tell me who you are and what you’re doing here, or I’ll eat you!”
The wee imp squirmed, wiggled and kicked Snasty in the nose with great effect. Snasty shook him, as he bellowed:
“Answer me, or you’re my snack!”
“You’re not the boss of me!” the small one squeaked.
Snasty smiled the smile he’d taught The Grinch.
“I’m older than you, stronger than you and probably tougher, I’d say that I’m your boss in all the ways that count!”
“I don’t think so, you’re just a moldy has-been and I don’t have to listen to you. Put me down or I’ll scream.”
“Really! Go ahead!”
The little thing opened his mouth so wide you couldn’t see his head. The sound he came out with was so high-pitched, loud and prolonged is was almost supersonic. Snasty’s ears thrummed and pulsed.
The minute imp suddenly smiled and crowed:
Snasty turned on one hoof and looked behind him. The Prince of Darkness himself stood looming over him, shooting sparks and breathing clouds of steam.
“You will put down my grandson and step away from him!” His Blackness boomed.
Snasty went to drop the imp because of his surprise. Looking at his boss, he gently placed it down on the red-hot floor.