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The vision of Hobgoblin blinked casually while six little flies buzzed around his oval head. Seemingly unaware he was being watched, the vapor-formed Hobgoblin farted and let out a little giggle. Then, in a magical swirl, the vision vanished.

“Impossible!” yelled the king, kicking a moldy pumpkin across the room. “There’s no way! I don’t believe it!”

Fiddlefart tugged at his ears, let out a chamber- rattling wail, and slashed the air around him with a series of unskilled karate chops.

Frantically, the king sniffed his left armpit and then his right. “Have I lost it?” he asked. “Am I losing my stinky edge?”

You’ve been losing your stink nowfor quite a long while,but the farmer’s aromagrows more and more vile.

“You weren’t supposed to answer that!” screamed the ogre king as angry tears burned his eyeballs.

He clenched his eyes shut to fight away the tears. Taking a deep breath, the ogre king attempted to relax