Something about flipping fudge demons happens...

Super Bastard opens the door.

He closes it again.

'What the hell are they?' he asks himself in a gruff, slightly condescending and overly litigious voice.

No one answers, because he has no friends in the house. He has no friends at all in fact.

Squaring himself, he opens the door once again. The creatures he saw not a moment before had disappeared. from the lawn. All that remained was a slightly sweet sugary pleasantness wafting up from dewy grass.

He stepped out onto the concrete path of his home.

A rustling sound came from the roof behind him...

The End

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