Bel looked on, bemused. "Is this the dick-chopping guy?" Word had spread rather quickly after a clutch of severed dicks had been found slithering around in the girls' restroom. "I figured he was into some kinky shit, but damn." What appeared to be a naked eight year old girl ran up and pulled on Bel's shirt, and after a lengthy bout of hyperactive exposition including significant application of pantomime and interpretive dance, Kay brought him up to speed on what had happened so far in much the same way as the bit at the start of a True Blood episode, but without nearly as many naked werewolf bitches, which is a shame since naked werewolf bitches tended to make the show a lot better.
"Well, shit," he said.
"I know, right?" Kay's tiny wings fluttered in agitation. "So now I got all cleansed and stuff and I'm back to looking like this and it's not cool."
"I think I can solve this in my customary fashion," Bel said, turning to Sakura and cocking a mischievous eyebrow. "As you well know, I've found quite a loophole to the violence rule." Stepping forward, Behemocoatl dropped his pants and unleashed a piss torrent the likes of which had not been seen for millennia, using dark and forbidden magics to give it that hideous asparagus odor. Some of it, somehow, managed to come out frozen, pelting Danny with piss ice cubes that scoured his skin like a sandblaster. By the time it was done, Danny was soaked from head to toe, all his clothing dripping and his cell phone completely fucked. Nobody was going to honor the warranty after this.
Sketching a quick bow, Bel smirked his most smirking smirk of smirks. "And THAT, ladies and gentlemen, is why I won't do two shows a night anymore."