"Oh shit," Lena said, seeing Shiana go absolutely nuts on her gigantic schlongs. "I think we got a problem here." Lena lunged at Shiana, grabbing her in much the same way as the catgirl and spinning her around in a glowing, slimy whirlwind of fuck before tossing her into a conveniently passing crowd of especially slutty asian schoolgirls. The resulting sexplosion was so raunchy, so decadent, so absurdly pornographic that it shone like a beacon in the warp. Another tear opened in the fabric of reality and through it came the roar of a daemon-fueled engine running on virgins' tears and heroin. In a flash of purple awesomeness, muthafuckin' Doomrider burst into reality astride his mighty motorcycle. A vindicaire and a farseer rode in a little sidecar with 'Just Married' scrawled on it in shoe polish.
"Dooooooooooooom-riiiiiiiiiiii-deeerrrrrrrrrrrr!!! Na na na!"
"Oh shit, it's Doomrider!" Lena said, jumping up and down and squeeing like a fangirl.
"Ohhh fuck yeeeeeeeaaaaahhhhhhh!" He paused to swallow a live kitten dipped in LSD. "Me and the bitches were having tea and strumpets with Slaanesh and we were all like DAMN bro, what is that sweet sound? It's the sound of rape and cocaine, duh! Climb on, bitch, we're gonna go do SCIENCE!"
Lena jumped on the back of the bike and they sped off through another tear in reality, leaving behind a skinny young girl whose unruly red hair was marred by a pair of tiny horns, her little wings fluttering in frustration behind her. "That was so rude," Kay said, standing up and brushing herself off, looking rather childlike aside from the obvious demon bits. "Umm, this is awkward, but my name is Kay. Is it orgy time?"