(At Toffee's-formerly Ludo's-castle)
Toffee and Marco were inside the square-shaped prison.
"Hey, while we wait for Star to come here and kick your butt, how about we tell stories to pass time?" Marco suggested. "I got a good one, it's about the Monster-Murdering Mewman!"
"The what?" Toffee asked with a raised eyebrow.
"The Monster-Murdering Mewman. But, most monsters just call her Aaagh! because that's all they have time to say before she MURDERS THEM!"
Toffee sat down and narrowed his eyes in curiosity. "Keep going."
"Years ago at this very castle, the Monster-Murdering Mewman sneaked in and blend into the crowd of monsters that used to serve the old overlord. And then, one night, when the hallways were as silent as the night and not a single eye was watching, it happened."
"She installed a spy camera in the bathroom?"
"No."
"She went on a date with one of the monsters?"
"No!"
"She forgot to put butter on a sandwich?"
"NO! She murdered a monster and cut off his hand in cold blood!"
"Kinda like this?" Toffee questioned as he casually ripped off his arm and regenerated it, much to Marco's surprise.
"Or this?" He asked as he repeated the previous action.
Toffee continued to rip off and regenerate his arms as Marco watched, getting more and more frustrated with each arm regeneated. "Except the monster didn't have regenerative powers!" He snapped.
Toffee, who was sitting on a throne made of his arms, simply asked"So?"
"His arm didn't grow back!"
Toffee gasped in shock and horror as his severed arms freaked out and..."crawled" away.