Whitewater Gorge Icky Thump

Bow? To you?! He mocked with a wide mouth grin, even though he made no efforts thus far to pick himself off the ground, he was still feeling quite high and mighty of himself there on the ground. The cold hard dirt under his chin did nothing to his pride.

Well of course, I'm just peachy, can't ya tell? Tossing his head over to one side, sliding his chin across the dirt, he closed his eyes as though he were looking down on the man who was clearly hovering above Devit.

Devit, lord Devit - the great and powerful Devit, master of bitches and holes. This is where the crazed individual pushed himself up off the ground and gave a pompous bow to the man who called himself Basil. Now where's the lady at, huh? I know I know I just heard one. You aren't hiding her, are ya, chum?