" Philby," he whispered menacingly. "PHIBLY."
"Y-yes, my lord?"
"Get me a sammich, Phibly."
"Y-yes, sir," The servant ran off to get his master a sandwich. "My name is Phibly," he muttered, "It's Philby. One day he's going to see the truth. One day evil Finn will be taken from his throne and I will rule."
Phibly poisoned the sandwich and hurried back to the ruler.
He handed evil Finn the sandwich and whispered, "Long live the king."
finn (bc he knows all) switched out the sandwhiches.
"Here, Phibly! for all the hardwork you've done! i'll even start calling you philby now!"
Phibly's eyes lit up. "REALLY!?"
"Of course!"
Phibly smiled wider. I'm finally being recognized for all my hardwork, he thought.
"To us," Finn said, raising his sandwhich.
"To us!" Phibly returned.
Both took a bite out of their sandwhiches at the same time.
Phibly started convulsing and foaming at the mouth.
"C-crap! CRAP! CRAPCARAPYASCASRP!" Phibly kept muttering under his breath as he spazzed on the floor.
Finn watched as the light went out of his eyes. He smiled.
"Now i don't have to deal with anymore of Phibly's crap."
He turned on the dead, cold body and pranced off to the Evil Castle Lair's hot tub.
lyk dis if u crey evertim (nd feel bad for phibly)