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The door was definitely gone, there could be no mistake about it. It lay in charred and splintered pieces scattered about the landscape, and a couple of sad looking chickens scratched at the shards listlessly, clucking to each other in a way that obviously meant,” No, this isn’t food either.” The birds cocked their bobbing heads and glared beady eyes sideways at Jareth. Judging.
“You frog eyed syphilitic barnacle! Look at my door! “ Jareth practically stood en pointe as he danced in his rage. White long fingered hands flew up in the air. “What in the Seven Hells were you trying to do! What if Sarah should see this?” He was genuinely distressed, the destruction opened an exit through his wards, which kept his heart’s desire safely and lovingly imprisoned in his home.
“I did nothing other than a simple open spell, your door attacked me! Did you or did you not explicitly invite me to dine here tonight?” Rumple had bowed as he spoke, meant to be sarcastic, and as his his head rose, he too gave a side eyed, judging look at the Goblin King. One lip curled, displaying a fang.
A black fingernail pointed at Jareth. “What sort of hospitality is that?”
Jareth gasped, righteously affronted, certainly there was no more gracious and elegant, though reluctant, host than he!
“As if a hemorrhoidal toad’s scrotum-“
The oxygen was sucked violently out of the air at once, extinguishing every candle, prelude to a fierce backdraft. Sulphuric smoke billowed, ash floated, fire erupted. The third had arrived.
“So,” drawled Durza, “who are we having for dinner?”
The Shade grninned, displaying a mouth full of needle teeth, “ I’m famished.”
Jareth was stunned. “Have you not noticed what this absolute cement block has done to my palace! My front door is a shambles!”
Durza sighed, “ I fail to see what that has to do with me, goblin.” Rumple giggled. “You invited me to eat.”
“As I pointed out!” Triumphant, Rumple spread hid his hands.
“Very well,H.R. Fuknstuf, enter my home.”