The chill prof began to sweat profusely.
"A slot goblin, you say?"
"Yes, and this one is both cranky and destructive. She mowed down the dean with one swipe of her hideous handbag."
Soon his darkest fears were confirmed.
Blood, body parts and Cliff's Notes were flying through the air in the quad, as if churned by a monstrous leaf blower; no leaf blower, it was Tashoblin, the much feared autistic creature of Satan.
Prof. V recalled the last time the two tangled: "I still itch from those scabies" he recalled, "and the doc says that smelly discharge from my prick cannot be cured. Time for some pay back."
With that he grabbed a fake Rolex from a cowering Arab student and hurling it at the hellish creature he taunted "Hey bitch, remember me?"
Tashoblin remembered: she caught the Rolex, shoved it up her cooch and then charged him and without further ado bit off his head, expelling it with such force that it speared the spire on the school chapel.
Suddenly she calmed and turned her ear to the wind: something was in the air...
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