Jareth gulped in intuitive apprehension. Sarah had been in a strange state as of late. Thinking to himself, oh my when that creature gets all high and mighty as she's apt to do I know I'm in for it…God last time she even threatened to leave the castle…but what ill can I be impugned with on this glorious occasion? To what accusation do I now owe the honor? The Goblin King mused indulgently and then abruptly stopped himself. Oh…
I lied to her. I led her on. I even had the gull to reprimand her, and then went on to make her believe I was gone…oh…yeah…well in that case…shucky shit fuck darn.
"Just desserts," he mumbled under his breath. His heart rate had risen perceptibly, veins fraught with leering anticipation.
"That's right, Jareth lovely honey sweetheart…JUST DESSERTS." Rang out in plump and optimistic tone.
Sarah sat cheerily tucked away in a corner Jareth would never in a million years espy. Whistling a verse of Yankee Doodle, she started up the underground facsimiles of telescreens giving her a full report on Jareth's whereabouts and every single active crystal locked onto one of her trails. Thank god for help! Hoggle had hooked her up with some real equipment gurus and a stash of heavy artillery, and Sarah was rip-roaring to go…
As the magical current began to flow, Sarah switched on her battle music. Poe. Not a Virgin. Laughing she began singing along to the lyrics in a throaty voice
'Before you let another lie slip through those crooked little teeth…I don't think you wanna start that shit with me'
Her hands gripped the consul, finger poised over the red glowing button. First target locked. She couldn't wait to see the expression of Jareth's face on her telescreen.
'Careful what it is you say, cause I can see right through you on a cloudy day…and darlin' I think you wanna play…'
Jareth had been wondering what Sarah was up to. Habitually he pulled out a crystal to check on her current condition. But all he could see was a dark cloud and vague shadowy outlines. He brought his nose in closer to the glistening sphere.
Sarah almost squealed with joy at the opportunity.
'So if you wanna play dirty my darlin' I'm gonna win…'
Blam. Target neutralized. Jareth's face lit up and in a flash grew painfully obscured as the crystal burst right under his nose. Glitter, shards of floating crystal and soap bubbles latched on with a fury to the corners of his nostrils, lips and eyes. He choked and sat doubled over with his gloves over his twisted mouth.
'It's gonna be a new experience if you wanna play with me…'
"Guards," he managed to shout still hunched over between ragged breaths.
Pop! Pop! Pop!
Jareth's heart sank. He knew what that sound was. Those were his other Sarah crystals spontaneously combusting.
Shit, shit, shit…was all Jareth could think. Maybe I could have been a hair more understanding with that young woman.
"Too late now," Sarah chuckled evilly from her secret hideaway, "What was it you always say? Oh yeah…What's said is said. I'm taking you at your word goblin bitch queen!"
Zing. Swap! Bop!
Jareth hung his head in defeated dismay. God she got the backups. And the throne room wall mount. And his favorite chicken.
'Whatever dude!'
"Humph! Now that's what you get for trying to take over my side of the castle. Maybe you'll think twice next time…" Sarah pressed the destruct button a few more times for good measure, sniggering at the havoc reeling on her screen.