A stalfo, a fireslug, a redead, a lizalfo, a freezard, and a wolfo were all standing in front the huge, slightly cracked doors.
Ganondorf lept into the position one takes for a confrontation with an angry bee swarm, an over-sized skulltulla, a horde of miniblin, or pink frills - arms pulled into chest, one leg curled against its thigh with toes pointed, hands clutched to the shoulder, and a truly startled face.
"What are YOU all doing here?! That was supposed to be for Link!! Now I've wasted what was probably the best add-lib monologue of all time!!"
If he were able to go off this second and be alone, Ganondorf would normally have curled into a ball, called for his mother's, and told them to punish the mean people. However, being confronted by underlings, he had to keep the scary, evil boss-like manner and frighten them away.
He drew up to his full height - exaggerating it a bit with higher floating and magical illusions - and then he had fun with it. He made his eyes turn a glowing shade of blood red, made lightning crash behind him, had huge flames roar all around, and used an extra boomy voice.
"YOU IMBECILES! WHY DID YOU INTERRUPT ME?! NOW!! BEFORE YOU DIE!!"
All six creatures were clearly frazzled, yet they looked a bit confused. Shakily, the stalfo pulled a rolled piece of parchment from inside his ribcage and passed it to the redead, who pushed it away. The other four began inching away, so the stalfo tossed the paper to the fireslug. The parchment was ashes in seconds.
All the creatures groaned simultaneously. Ganondorf, who had lost the whole enraged dictator/sorcerer look, blinked and cocked and eyebrow. The stalfo looked thoughtful, held up an index finger bone, reached into his chest once more, and pulled out another roll of paper. The other monsters clapped - well, as best they could.
The stalfo then grabbed the wolfo by the scruff, stuck the paper in his mouth, and then pushed him towards Ganondorf. The wolfo tossed a hateful glare over his shoulder, tucked his tail between his hind legs, and timidly crawled on all fours towards the king of evil. The wolfo, much to Ganondorf's annoyance, dropped the roll a few feet away, and who could blame the poor woflo? Ganondorf could be a scary man.
Being too irked to go pick it up - not to mention he did not want his underlings to think they could get away with such an atrocity as not bowing and not properly handing him a piece of paper - he used his power to levitate the document into his now outstretched hand. He roughly opened the notice, read it, achieved the most incredulous look anyone in history had ever made, looked at the creatures, swung his gaze back to the paper, to the creatures again, and shrieked in quite an unmanly way.