"How does ronnie ron taste, master?"
Harry irritably spat out an eyeball. "How am I supposed to eat ron if you keep talking to me?"
Dobby egged an astronaut's poison barbed fist, digging his chainsaw into the beast's abdomen and letting the spray of viscera wash over his gleaming elven space armor. The skulls' eye sockets on his shoulders grew brilliant with infernal light, their power fed by the astronaut blood, and the skulls vomited a bolt of light through an astronaut leaping though the air; he was thrown back against the wall, his flesh boiling in another dimension. Harry snapped at Dobby.
"How are we going to complete the ceremony if you keep messing around?"
"Master, look out!"
Dobby's groin-mounted chainsaw screamed an unholy curse as it flew off the armor, rocketing through the air like an early dream of mankind. It flew right thro