Scrimp’s Magical Face

Greg: Hey Scrimpy Jimp. Is it true your face displays magical characteristics? Your face is my main focus. Its just…

Scrimp: From looking at this? At my physical self?

Grag: It’s true.

Greg: Yes it is. May I harness them with the use of this?

Scrimp: No, go away!

Grag: Can’t. Oh I can’t. Can’t believe its true.

Greg: Wrestle him to the ground I ram this into his face!

Grag: Face?

Greg: Yes.

Scrimp is wrestled to the ground

Grag: No I can’t do this. The sucking power of my lips alone will be sufficient.

Greg: I’ll play the trumpet whilst.

Grag: Rock this place!

Greg: Nice. Lets go!

Trumpets roar.

Grag: Done.

Greg: Let’s go shall we?

Scrimp: My magic. My magic is fading. How did they know the screech of a trumpet activates a magical filter system in my face? Bits of death those two!