"Yo yo, what be up witta get-up, beehotch?"

Lina Inverse sincerely regretted entering a portal that she found in a cave after flushing out all the bandits inside, out of curiosity. This was the last time she was taking advice from Xellos about the location of treasure. Granted, she did find treasure, but it was worthless and probably cursed junk , as she found out when she went to approach it. As she picked up a small, rectangular object, it started blurting out what felt like having Flare Arrows pelted at your ears. She looked at at a smaller square inside the rectangle, and found it had lit up, showing the text 50 Cent on one line, and I Enjoy a Nice Spot of Beating and Raping my Hoes on a Friday Night on the line below it. In confusion, she threw it to the ground and blew it up with a Fireball. She then noticed a swirling mass across the room. In interest, she approached it with a gleam of greed in her eye.

Which brings us to now.

"I said, what be up witta get-up, nigga?"

He looked like a human, all right, but there was something wrong with him. He spoke an entirely different language, walked with a hunch, and wore two Burberry baseball caps, one sideways and one forward.

"Eh?"

"Why yo tite ass jus' appeared here?"

"Where is this country?", Lina enquired.

"What?"

Not having any knowledge of the film Pulp Fiction, Lina missed the opportunity to verbally disembowel the creature, but she had other stuff up her sleeve. The creature had called some of it's friends, and they circled around Lina. After speaking some unintelligible nonsense in a thick Birmingham accent, they started to advance.

Darkness beyond twilight...

DRAGONNNNNNNNN SLAAAAAAAAVE!!!

And so, the entire city of Birmingham was destroyed, much to the relief of the rest of the UK.