User:Lzygenius

   "Dang it!" you shout. "How many times do I have to kill you? This battle has taken over a half an hour and there's no save point!"

   "Ha! You will never defeat me!" The Sorceress cackles. There is a muffled *POP* and a slightly greasy smell as the apparition vanishes and is replaced by a nasty-looking floating sausage.

The sausage THROWS BONE FRAGMENTS AT YOU. Your Wand of Nagamar glows brightly and you hear a SONG FROM NEWT BATHERS. The lilting melodies of washer-women cleaning small amphibians soothes and delights you.

The sausage spins around in the air, casting a powerful sausage spell. a FONT OF MEAT GRINDERS appears and spews nasty, metallic death your way.

You wave your Wand of Nagamar and the font disappears, replaced by a SOFT FRIDGE ORNAMENT. It bounces harmlessly off your left elbow and falls to the floor.

The sausage spins around, casting a powerful sausage spell. An army of GREASE-SATED YOUTHS emerges from a tear in the fabric of reality and runs toward you, brandishing toasting forks and skewers.

You curl your lip, grip your Wand of Nagamar, and DESTROY THE SAUSAGE.

There is a sudden ghastly silence. There is a sudden ghastly noise. There is a sudden ghastly silence.

The sausage explodes in an impressive display of greasy pyrotechnics. The army of grease-sated youths falls into the rift in space-time caused by the sausage's destruction.

You win the fight!

You gain 143 Strongness. You gain a Muscle point! You gain 248 Wizardliness. You gain 109 Cheek.