Durza shuddered. As his body jerked violently, he felt something scamper out in between his feet. It was furry. And huge.

"RAT!" Durza screamed. In a flash, he bolted upright and ran in a random direction.

"ARGHH!" something screeched as Durza tripped over it and banged his head into a wall. His head felt like it was spilt in two. Tears gushed out of his eyes as he sobbed in pain and misery.

"You fool!" a voice hissed, and Durza's stomach leaped and he immedatly stopped crying. It was King Galby's voice.

"Sir," Durza said in a annoying, high-pitched voice. "What's up?"

"Shut up," Galby snapped. Durza heard ruffling of cloth. "Where are we?"

"How should I know?! My fucking head feels like shit!" Durza spat. Galby hit Durza's wound, and he yelped in pain.

"Don't. Touch. Me!" Durza snarled. He had the advantage in the dark chamber. He had night vision. Just one swift kick to the nuts...Durza shook his head. He couldn't do that. An enemy could be a hidden ally. And plus, Galby could squash the next rat that came into arm's reach.

"So," Galby spun on Durza, making him flinch. "You're acting all manly now, aren't you? Durza...I know how scared you are of rats..." Galby sneered, but in the dim light, Durza couldn't see that. "What if I didn't help kill a rat?"

Durza shuddered, thinking about that for a moment. Rats sucked far away. Rats, if close, sucked hard. Durza shrugged.

"I guess it won't matter," Durza said dryly. But Galby could tell he was scared. "I could always kill it myself."

"Yeah right!" Galby roared. "You' re a soft, little pu-"

Lights flashed on. There was a single teddy bear in the center of the room. "MISTER FUZZYKINS!" Durza blurted out. Galby raised an eyebrow at him. "What? I had him ever since I was a kid." Durza said sheepishly, scratching his head furiously.

Galby snorted. "Suuure..."

Then, a flame thrower popped out of the ceiling. It aimed directly at the teddy. "NOOOO!" Durza cried. It was too late. Flames curled upwards on the teddy. Durza bounded towards it, but Galby jerked him back, and whispered furiously into his ear, "You patheic fool! Its just a stupid teddy bear!"

"But he's MY teddy!" Durza sobbed, and he slowly sank to his knees. "I loved him!"

"Sex, sex, sex." Galby answered. Durza sniffed, and looked at him. "Wha-?"

"Hello, King Galby and Durza," said another cold voice. Sheesh. A cold voice. Why can't there be a warm and fuzzy voice? Maybe a voice that sounds like Dr. Phil? Just imagine Dr. Phil saying to you, "You're going to die in seven days...And here's how you can survive your last week without going crazy!"

Anyway..."Here's my personal favorite torture device. Teddy Bears on Fire. Pretty self-explantory. Muwhaha!" the voice said, with a cackle of really cheesy laughter. Durza looked at Galby. Galby looked at Durza.

"What?" Galby hissed.

"Another teddy's on fire." Galby pointed to where the flame thrower was. Sure enough, a teddy bear was burning. Durza started crying again. He wondered randomly through the room, half-blinded by tears of sarrow. "NOOOO!" he screeched over and over. He didn't know he was running ever so closer to the torture device. As the flame thrower was preparing to send another teddy into flames, Durza wondered right in front of it.

"AHHHH!!!!" he screamed, "I'M ON FUCKING FIRE! HELP! SHIT! FUCK! AHHHH!!!!" Durza failed his arms, and jumped in front of Galby. "Don't fucking get near-AHHH!!!!" Galby was pretty much on fire too now. Durza hugged him, screaming and clawing Galby's back. Galby kept on trying to push him away, but Durza hung on.

A few hours later, ashes of Galby and Durza lay scattered on the floor.

MUWHAHAHA!!!!