Ya Stoopid Little Twerp Of A Stinkin' Misfit

"Aw, Daddablastit... that mizruhbl cacklin' hyena-thingie... has done gawn an' gawt on my last nerve... uuuuhhhh.... I'm all twitchy, now... ain't nuthin' I kin do... oh, this really sucks, big time..."  Hilda Sorenson has had to endure Bliddit the Merry Laughing Misfit's trademark mirth and merriment, and is none too happy about the situation.

Bliddit himself, however, seems quite overjoyed right now. "Oh, so very funny and  hilarious!  HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HO HO HO HO HO HEE HEE HEE HEE!"

The dazed and disoriented blonde adventuress is unable to escape the deleterious effects of Bliddit's deadly laughter. "M-my plans fer tonight... ruined... the heist's gone bad, what with that dadgummit Misfit showin' up all of a sudden. Damn it all to Kraggamaggot's Tarnation!"

Another peal of uncontrollable laughter erupts from the bloated Misfit's misshapen mouth --  "HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HO HO HO HO HO HEE HEE HEE HEE!"

"Stop it, ya stoopid little twerp of a stinkin' Misfit! Why, I oughtta...."

The rotund little fiend now raises his arm-tentacle into a firing pose, and cuts loose with a searing blast of extra-potent eldritch energy.  ZZATTT!!!

The bolt strikes the shapely villainess -- KWOP!  Hilda yelps in agony -- "AAARRRGGGHHH!!"  Then she blacks out. A split-second later, Hilda's curvaceous form impacts the cold, hard pavement -- THWUMP!

"That hot, sexy gal is down and out! Ah, so hilarious!  HA HA HA HA HA HA HO HO HO HO HEE HEE HEE!!"

Once he is satisfied that Hilda is well and truly defeated, Bliddit vacates the scene, taking a large sack of pilfered occultic artifacts with him. The lovely, almost-nude Miss Sorenson remains sprawled unconscious on the pavement for hours...