I watched in terror as the monster threw the missionary into the sharpened bamboo spikes and used his body as a step to cross the pit. It deftly skipped over the Claymore trip wires and skirted my flawlessly disguised quicksand.
Sensing weakness, it cleared the moat and bared its fangs. I felt a warm trickle down my leg and wondered how I would survive this encounter. All my hard work -- for naught!
In desperation, I raised a cross. But, the fiend just laughed and moved in for the kill.
"Hey mister, do you want to buy some Girl Scout cookies?"
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Yeah, maybe a little cliché, but it's that season.

