It was going to be a nightmare. Without a doubt, this whole situation was going to be a fucking NIGHTMARE! Just what kind of a "pest" causes THIS kind of damage!? And he was supposed to get rid of it within the hour!? From what Mick could tell, whatever this so-called pest was, it would sooner get rid of HIM than the other way around. Maybe he really should just try to leave… No! He can't just wuss out now! If he just ran away from every little thing that looked scary, he never would have lasted a single day in Hell.

Shaking all those negative thoughts out of his head, Mick quickly regained his composure before readying his crowbar and slowly looking around the room after shutting the door behind him.

"Alright," he muttered to himself. "Let's see what kind of shit show I've gotten myself into."

Taking care with each step, cringing with every creak he unintentionally made on the floorboards, Mick scanned every corner of the room with an extreme amount of caution. He may not have known what this pest was, but it was obvious that it had to be dangerous due to the damage it caused. Despite the room being shrouded in darkness by the closed tattered curtains, Mick wasn't fazed by it due to his night vision… however the fact that it was so quiet was another story entirely.

No matter how much he listened, Mick just couldn't make out the sound of anything else moving about in the room. It was… unnerving to say the least. Did the pest escape the room somehow? No. Given the boards on the door AND the state of the room, the creature in question had to be somewhat on the larger side, and if something that size actually managed to escape, someone would DEFINITELY have noticed by now. Wherever the pest was, it was most assuredly still in the room with him. And then, he heard it…

"Over here!"

Snapping his head around to the sudden whisper in the room, followed by the stifled sound of cackling and the jingling of tiny bells, Mick quickly pointed the crowbar in front of himself defensively, as if he were waiting for something to jump out at him. After a few moments of silence, nothing seemed to have been out of place. Daring to lower the crowbar, Mick didn't know whether to keep his guard up or not, his mind beginning to wonder if he was just hearing things… then he heard something else. The jingling of bells along with the scattering of tiny footsteps running across the floor.

"What the shit!?" he exclaimed, once again snapping in all directions in hopes of catching a glimpse of his target.

Alas, every time he thought he had them, the creature was always out of his sight. Whatever it was that he was looking for, it was a fast little bastard, not to mention cocky given the number of creepy giggles Mick was hearing all over the room. Just what the hell was he looking for!?

Suddenly, he heard both the footsteps and the giggles again, this time even louder than before. However, this time, he managed to catch a glimpse of something moving underneath the sheets that hung over the side of the nearby bed. Seems like his target decided to find itself a little hidey-hole while it messed with him. Carefully edging a little closer to the bed, making sure to keep the crowbar in front of him, Mick couldn't help but gulp as he used it to slowly lift up the sheets. Getting on one knee, he then cautiously leaned down and peered under the bed, half expecting something horrific to be waiting for him underneath. To his surprise, however, all he found were a few discarded books, broken shards of glass, and what appeared to be an odd-looking toy sprawled out on the hardwood.

Mick just couldn't put his finger on it, but there was something about the toy in particular that he found… highly disturbing. With a body that was mostly wood painted in dirty shades of red and blue, along with a creepy looking smiley face with one of the eyes crossed out painted on its torso, feet covered in bell-tipped shoes, and a large jester's hat made of red and blue checkered fabric and tipped with slightly bigger bells, this toy almost looked like that freaky looking clown advertised on posters and billboards all over the Pride Ring… only, somehow a lot worse. In Mick's opinion, it looked like someone tried and failed to make a knock-off of said clown but gave up halfway through, something that deserved to be thrown in the trash. Seeing that nothing else was under the bed, believing that whatever he thought he saw scamper under her had already run off somewhere else, Mick was just about ready to get back to his feet and keep searching the room again. But then...

"PEEKABOO!"

Before Mick even had the chance to blink, the toy suddenly snapped its head around to face him, revealing a pale white face with red makeup lines going over its piercing blue pupilless eyes and stretching over to the corners of its mouth filled with turquoise-coloured razor-sharp teeth! Letting out a nerve-wracking crackle, the toy suddenly got to its feet and LAUNCHED itself straight towards the unsuspecting Cat Demon.

"JESUS!" Mick yelled, narrowly dodging the toy's attack just as it skidded across the floor and suddenly started climbing up the nearest bookshelf like a crazed monkey.

As the toy stood atop of the shelf, dancing around with a mad cackle, Mick winced in fear as he saw a second row of teeth, no, a RING of teeth, inside its mouth, spinning around at the back of the throat like the hellish blades of a blender. Whatever happens next, Mick knew for sure that he did NOT want to get bitten by this hideous thing. To make matters worse, not only did the toy start jumping around the room, but he also felt the need to taunt the Cat Demon in between laughs.

"Ooh! Pussy wants to play?" it cackled in a high-pitched, garbled voice. "Come on! Let's PLAY!"

Mick didn't know which pissed him off more, the fact that Stella pressured him into going in here to get rid of fucking CHUCKY of all things, or the fact that said toy was taking so much delight in messing around with him. However, things started to take a turn for the worse when the toy suddenly decided to launch itself at Mick's face again, only this time Mick didn't have time to dodge.

"SHIT!" he yelled, bringing the crowbar up to his face just in the nick of time before the toy took a bite out of his neck.

By a mere stroke of luck, the toy missed its mark and was forced to bite down on the crowbar, causing literal sparks to fly as the blender teeth inside the mouth ground against the metal. The little nightmare may have only been a foot and a half feet tall, but he was definitely a strong little bastard considering how much Mick was struggling to keep him at bay as it held onto the crowbar while against his chest. At one moment, the toy even managed to pin Mick against the nearest wall while still biting down on the crowbar. Staring into those hellish blue eyes, Mick couldn't comprehend anything other than his next move. Then, with one swift twist of his body, Mick spun around, slammed the toy into the wall, dropping the crowbar with it still biting down, and bolting straight towards the door. About 3 seconds later, Mick was once again out in the hall, the guest room door slammed shut behind him.

Sliding down the door until he was sitting up against it on the floor, his heart pounding in his chest as he tried to catch his breath, Mick's mind was reeling over what had just happened. THAT was what the Goetias considered a pest problem!? And he only has less than an hour to get rid of it!? Just how in the hell is he supposed to get rid of something like THAT!?

Suddenly, his thoughts were cut short when a loud snap caught his attention. Snapping his eyes to the left, looking to see what had made the loud noise, he quickly found himself gasping in fear upon seeing the crowbar suddenly impaled through the door… mere inches from his head! In response, Mick couldn't. help but jump back and crawl away from the door in fear, especially once he heard the inane laughter coming from the other side of it.

"Fuck! That thing almost took my damn head off!" Mick snapped, nervously placing a hand to the back of his head, subconsciously making sure everything was still there before a hard glare formed in his eyes. "Okay, now it's fucking personal!"

Getting up to his feet, the Cat Demon could practically feel his temper heating up, so much so, he could even feel a slight sting on the left side of his face underneath his mask. Boy, what he wouldn't give for just one joint right about now. In situations as strenuous as this, such a thing was usually what he used to calm himself down. Alas, all he could do at that moment, was take a deep cleansing breath and rack his brain for a new plan. With the clock ticking away, he needed to do so quickly if he was to complete his task on time. Clearly, he wasn't prepared for what was in that room at first, but now that he had an idea of what he was up against, he had a better understanding of what he should do.

First and foremost, due to being forced to leave the crowbar inside with the toy, he'll need to find another weapon to arm himself. Going back in without doing so might as well be ASKING for another disaster. But what should he use? Clearly blunt objects were useless, so one of the wall-mounted weapons? Given the fact that Stella was able to use one to chase him down earlier, Mick knew for a fact that they are somewhat functional. Still, would it even be okay for him to use any of them? Knowing his luck so far, doing so would probably piss Stella off even more and she'll end up skewering him anyway, even if he did finish the job she gave him. Mulling the problem over in his head, Mick became so focused on it that he practically jumped out of his skin the moment he heard a new, yet familiar voice.

"Hello!" he heard, causing him to snap his head in all directions, confused upon seeing no one there. "Ahem… down here."

Tilting his head down found himself in a light state of shock upon seeing an Imp staring up at him with a toothy grin. Having met a good number of Imps in his time in Hell, Mick was quick to notice how small this one was compared to most, with stout, little legs, a tuft of dark hair that framed two striped horns that curved upward from his skull, the left one, in particular, having the tip broken off, and a slight twitch in his yellow eyes that gave Mick a small sense of unease.

"Oh… hello," the Cat Demon greeted awkwardly, trying his best not to comment on the Imp's unusual height. "Uh… who are you?"

"Buzz, the gardener," the Imp replied both casually and bluntly. "I hit you with a shovel earlier."

NOW Mick remembered where he heard that voice before! It was the same one he heard just before he lost consciousness during his attempted escape from Stella! Had he not had bigger fish to fry at that moment, Mick would have easily lost his temper and drop kicked the little bastard right then and there, not only for the fact he hit him with a damn shovel but also because he clearly felt no remorse about it… in fact judging from that inane smile, it looked as though he was actually ENJOYING the memory.

"Okay," Mick said, trying to keep his cool despite talking through hidden gritted teeth. "What are you doing up here?"

"Came to watch the show," Buzz replied, once again forcing Mick to hold back any outbursts he had welling up inside before suddenly something out from behind his back. "Machete?"

Seeing that huge knife suddenly appear in the Imp's hand, seemingly out of nowhere, Mick couldn't help but wonder just where the hell he was even hiding it. Raising an eyebrow, he nonetheless accepted the weapon.

"Uh… Thank you?" he said, somewhat confused as to WHY the Imp was giving him such a weapon.

"You're welcome," Buzz replied, his left eye twitching with hidden excitement.

As the two kept staring at each other for a few awkward moments, only one thing came up in Mick's head, something he felt he needed to say truthfully and bluntly.

"I'm kinda afraid of you,"

"I get that a lot," Buzz retorted, his grin never so much as faltering for a second.

Wanting to get out of this conversation as fast as possible, Mick quickly turned away without another word. Now armed with the machete, the Cat Demon was now slightly more prepared for what needed to be done, even if it was only mentally. All he had to do was go into that room, wait until the little wooden bastard tries to attack him again, then hack him up until there's nothing but splinters. Simple enough, right? Reaching for the door handle once more, pausing to take another quick glance at the Imp who gave him the machete, who in turn gave in a smirk and a wave in response, Mick let out a heavy sigh and slowly opened the door, ready to take on anything the toy could throw at him… or so he thought.

SHWROOOOSHHH!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!

He didn't know how or why, but the moment Mick poked his head past the edge of the door, a large stream of FIRE burst out from the corner of the doorframe and engulfed the top of Mick's hoodie! While Mick was screaming his head off, running into the hall again while trying to smack out the flames from the top of his head, the culprit of the attack, AKA the toy, was high up on a wall-mounted shelf right by the door, laughing its ass off after tossing aside an empty hairspray can and a burnt-out match.

"Burn Pussy!" it bellowed "BURN!"

It took a good few minutes for Mick to finally be at ease after dowsing the last of the flames. By then he had lost his entire hood, the tips of his ears and now had a few chunks of fur completely singed off. If anything, he should count himself lucky that he was able to run to Stella's bathroom and dunk his head in the still-full bathtub before there was any more damage to it. To make matters worse, Buzz, who had been watching Mick flailing about this whole time, was actually LAUGHING at his expense!

"Dude!" he chortled. "That was AWESOME!"

Stamping out of the bathroom, his head and shoulders still soaked and steaming from both the water and the fire, Mick's blood was BOILING with pure fury. He was wrong before, NOW things were fucking personal! Ripping off the burnt remains of his hoodie, leaving his upper body clad only in his tank top and mask, the Cat Demon picked up the machete he dropped to the floor, rushed over to the door again and burst through it with a hard kick.

"WHERE ARE YOU, YOU LITTLE SHIT!?" he screamed, his anger growing so large, all sense of caution was all but gone.

Slamming the door shut behind him, Mick once again heard the toy's ear-piercing laughter coming from every corner of the room along with the jingling of its bells. As mad as he was, he was just about ready to start hacking the room up to flush the damn thing out. However, it was at that moment, something came flying at his head! Ducking just in time before the book hit him in the face, Mick growled furiously upon seeing the toy once again cackling like a madman while dancing atop a nearby work desk.

"You impudent little toothpick!" Mick snapped, gripping the machete tight and swinging it at the toy. "You're mine!"

Narrowly dodging the Cat Demon's weapon by jumping off the desk, the toy suddenly did a little cartwheel around the room before hopping around like a jack-in-the-box.

"Ooh, are we playing Swords!?" it cackled. "I LOVE that game!"

At those words, the toy then skidded across the room, the bells of its hat flailing about like the arms of a ragdoll until finally, it picked up a discarded letter opener, which to something of its size, made for a fairly sized sword.

"Stabby! Jabby! Stab-Jab-Jab!" it cried out, swinging the letter opener around like a lunatic.

Seeing this, any sense of logic Mick might have had was completely gone. Instead, all that was left was blind fury as he launched himself at the toy, machete at the ready.

"GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!"

Hearing the multiples sounds of crashes, screaming and the occasional feline screeches right above her head as she sat on the sofa, with Stolas at her side and Snowflake curled up on her lap, Octavia couldn't help but feel worried about how Mick was fairing in his task. In fact, she actually found herself wincing every time she heard Mick's voice rang in her ears.

"You think he's going to be okay, up there?" she thought aloud, the perturbed look on her face clear enough on her father to quickly notice.

"Of course, he will," Stolas replied, placing a comforting arm around his daughter's shoulder. "If he could take on an Exorcist and live to tell the tale, I know for a fact that something like this shouldn't be a problem."

Hearing this from her armchair across the coffee table, Reginald pouring her a cup of tea as she checked her nails, Stella had to force down a small groan as she rolled her eyes at her family' concern. Believing she was the only one in the room who had any proper sense at present, she obviously didn't feel the same way they did.

"Yeah, you're right," Octavia sighed, though not entirely convinced by her own words much less her father's. "He'll be fine."

He was NOT fine! He didn't know how he ended up in this position, but at some point, the wooden nightmare managed to kick the machete out of Mick's hands and was now pinning him to the floor by standing on his chest, threatening to push the letter opener through the eyehole of his mask. As he laid there on his back, Mick desperately tried to hold the toy back by taking hold of each of its arms, desperately trying to push the hand holding the letter opener back as much as possible.

"Oh, this is SUCH a fun game!" the toy laughed maniacally.

As the blade edged closer and closer towards his white eye, Mick couldn't help but feel completely baffled by how strong this little fucker was. Thankfully, by a mere stroke of luck, he was able to turn the tables on it with a single twist of his body. Before the toy realised what had happened, Mick had flipped them both over and now HE was the one pinning the other down. In the moment the toy found itself disoriented, Mick then took the opportunity to twist the wooden nightmare's hand around, threatening to break it off its arm, and push the letter opener into the toy's own eye!

"MY turn" he bellowed, his eye twitching slightly as he pushed the blade closer and closer to the toy's face.

However, just when Mick thought he had the toy dead to rights, he suddenly felt a sharp pain right between his legs, courtesy of the toy's hard, pointy shoe.

"HAH!" he gasped, completely winded as he was forced to let go and clutching his groin in agony. "Why is it always the fucking balls!?"

Then as if the kick wasn't bad enough, the toy decided to add insult to injury by running back to the work desk, grabbing the knocked-over chair by its backrest and somehow lifting the whole thing over its head before SMASHING it down on Mick's head just as he was about to stand up, instantly reducing it to wooden splinters in the process.

Hearing the particularly painful yelp from above her head, Octavia's look of anxiety quickly shifted to an expression of determination.

"Alright that's it," she announced. "Someone needs to check in on him right now!"

However, just as she was getting up from the sofa, placing Snowflake in her father's lap, her mother raised her hand to grab her attention.

"You shall do no such thing," she said sternly, her eyes never leaving her cup of tea as she took a small sip. "Honestly, I wonder why you even concern yourself with that plebeian when there is no need."

There it is, typical classist Stella rearing her head once again. However, even as Octavia gave her mother a small scowl for her disregard for Mick's wellbeing, Stolas tried to speak up before she got the chance to.

"Stella…" he began, all four of his eyes giving Stella a stern glare of his own.

"I agree that deeds that serve the family must be rewarded, Stolas, but need I remind you that's what CHEQUE BOOKS are for?" Stella continued, cutting her husband off as if she knew exactly what he was about to say.

"Money isn't everything, Stella," Stolas argued.

"Neither is sentiment for the lower classes," Stella retorted. "We shouldn't just go offering employment to just anyone… especially to peasants who don't even show their faces. If anything, you're just ASKING for trouble by inviting him here."

At those words, Octavia was just about ready to have a go at her mother for saying such a thing. Granted she had gotten used to her mother's classist views over the course of her life, but there was something about how she was directing them towards Mick, in particular, that seemed to make her blood boil.

"Alright, Stella, that's enough!" Stolas snapped, getting up from the sofa and walking over towards her. "Look, I understand why you're still upset, and I agree that the circumstances of your first meeting with the boy were less than favourable. But I think it's unfair to say that we're basically inviting a walking disaster into our house."

SMASH!

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!"

As if fate were mocking Stolas' words, all of sudden, a loud shattering of glass and a scream drew everyone's attention to the nearest window. Instantly recognising the voice, Octavia quickly made a dash for the window and pressed her hands against the glass, her face twisted in horror as she saw what was just outside. Following his daughter's example, Stolas also went to the window, wincing as he saw the same sight as his daughter.

"Ooh, so close," he commented. "He ALMOST landed in the pool."

Three feet. Three FUCKING feet to the right and he would have had a soft landing in the Goetia Family's swimming pool. But no! He had to land right in the middle of a damn rose bush, right after falling from a second storey window! If it wasn't for the fact that he was already dead, Mick would have kicked the bucket right then and there. Thankfully, despite being so thorny, the shrub did cushion the impact a bit, though he imagined he'd be in quite a bit of pain after all this was over. He couldn't even remember how he even got to this point, one minute he had the toy on the run, then the next thing Mick knew, he was being kicked in the face and pushed out of the window as a result. He didn't even know how one toy could be so… wait… the toy!

"Oh no,"

Before even having the chance to let out another word, the second Mick looked back up to the window, the toy was already jumping out after him landing on his face while laughing like a lunatic.

"GAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!" the Cat Demon yelled. "GET OFF ME, YOU LITTLE BASTARD!"

Watching Mick run around the back garden from the window, the Goetias found themselves at a loss for words. The moment the toy leapt from the window and practically started dry-humping the poor Demon's mask, everyone who was watching knew he was in quite the pickle.

"Maaaaaaaaybe I SHOULD have called a professional," Stolas muttered, earning himself a deadpan look from his daughter.

"Oh, you think?" she retorted sarcastically.

Even the staff of the house couldn't help but take a glance at what was going on. With Mick's screams being so loud, they were instantly drawn to their own respective windows, no matter which room they were in at the time. Some of them, including the Maid who tried to take advantage of Muck earlier, even took the opportunity to take out their Hellphones and start recording the whole thing as if it were the latest trend.

As for Octavia and Snowflake, they both felt their anxiety skyrocket upon seeing Mick in such a position. In fact, upon seeing her master in such distress, Snowflake instantly jumped out of Stolas's arms and was now scrapping her little paws up against the glass like a distressed kitten.

"Octavia, control that animal!" Stella snapped, quickly getting annoyed by the little fox's fussing.

Scooping Snowflake back up into her arms, Octavia gave her mother yet another soft glare. Thinking about it, she actually considered herself lucky that Stella was lieutenant enough to keep the Kitsune around… though that was mostly because Stolas told her that he bought Snowflake for Octavia. While that was technically true, the young Goetia had no intention of letting her mother know that it was actually all for the sake of letting MICK keep his beloved pet. In all honesty, it seemed like less of a hassle in letting her believe that Octavia had found herself a new animal to keep… or have stuffed.

In any case, as the tiny fox looked up at Octavia with worry, the Goetia Demon felt a strong urge to hold her tight as the pair of them continued to watch Mick's fight… which didn't seem to be going well.

After finally pulling the demonic toy off his face, throwing it to the ground with a heavy whack, Mick's only thought now was to end this fight as quickly as possible before he and his foe caused any more damage. However, he quickly discovered that he was at a disadvantage. Now without a weapon again AND the fact the toy now had the entire garden to run around in, Mick's chances of winning have all but plummeted. Seeing the toy once again get back to its feet, the Cat Demon tried desperately to figure out what to do now.

"Heads up!"

All of a sudden, a loud, familiar voice drew Mick's attention back to the window he was thrown out of. Snapping his head up, his eyes snapped wide open in shock as his crowbar suddenly came spinning out of the hole in the glass. Also reacting to the noise, the toy took its attention off Muck for a brief moment to see what was going on behind him… only to get a mouth full of hard metal as the crowbar impacted against its jaw with a loud WHACK!

Looking back up at the window, Mick then saw Buzz once again, waving at him with another large grin as he poked his head out of the damaged glass. If Mick had to guess, the Imp must have heard the smashing of the glass, yanked the crowbar out of the door and tossed it out to him as soon as he caught a glimpse of what was going on outside. He'll have to make a mental note to thank the Imp later.

Returning his attention to the toy, Muck couldn't help but smirk under his mask as he saw the damned thing stagger back to its feet, all the while nauseously spitting out several of its teeth. Never mind a thank you, Mick was buying that Imp a drink for this! Quickly picking up the crowbar before the toy even noticed, he then ran up to it raised his weapon high a let out a loud triumphant cry.

"Fore!"

Just as the toy managed to turn its head, Mick SWATTED the little nightmare right in the jaw like he was hitting a golf ball, sending it flying into the air and knocking out several more teeth, including the ones in its throat. As soon as it came crashing down and skid across the lawn, he then wasted no time in rushing over towards it, raising the crowbar above his head and repeatedly BEATING the living crap out of the toy while it's down.

"Die you little fucker!" he yelled. "Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! DIE! DIE! DIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEE!"

Watching the entirety of Mick's tantrum from the window, the Goetias couldn't help but stare in awe at the Cat Demon's merciless onslaught. Clearly, he had been wanting to let a lot of this rage out for quite some time.

"He really seems to be getting into it, isn't he?" Stolas asked rhetorically, earning himself a small nod from his daughter.

Even Stella couldn't help but feel captivated by the display of aggression. If she didn't already hate the Cat Demon's guts, she'd almost be impressed.

By the time Mick was done with his little rampage, the toy was rendered into a mangled heap in the dirt. At some point during his onslaught, Mick had even tossed aside the crowbar and started delivering elbow drop after elbow drop right to the wooden bastard's torso, giving him some serious bruising which he considered a badge of honour given the circumstances. As for the toy itself, it remained motionless on the ground, its body beaten and scathed from Mick's attacks. With chunks of wood broken off, pieces of its hat torn up, even one of its eyes gouged out by the hook of the crowbar, needless to say, the toy looked a mangled mess. Since the toy didn't seem to be moving at all, both Mick and the Goetias inside the house could only assume that the deed was done… however it was at that moment, Octavia caught a glimpse of something terrible.

"Mick, look out!" she screamed

CHOMP!

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!"

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHH!"

Seeing every horrible detail from their respective viewing point, every male Demon cringed and instinctively placed their hands upon their nether regions as everyone watched the toy suddenly pick itself up, launch itself at Mick's crotch and bite down HARD!

"SWEET LUCIFER!" Stolas exclaimed, sharing in his male staff's phantom pain as he too watched the poor Cat Demon's predicament.

Stella on the other hand…

"BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Seeing her mother trying and failing to hide her laughter, Octavia couldn't help but feel appalled. After all her preaching about keeping up appearances, here she was cackling like a madwoman at Mick's expense. It had to have been one of the many moments that Octavia was embarrassed to be in the same room as her. Deciding to put her disgust on hold, for now, the young Goetia quickly returned her focus on the view through the window, her face twisted with anxiety as she continued to watch the travesty outside.

"GET THE FUCK OFF ME, YOU LITTLE SHIT!" Mick screamed, running across the lawn like a headless chicken as he tried shaking the toy off him. Even with only a few teeth left in its mouth, the little monster's bite was still as painful as shit!

SPLASH!

"Hang on, Ima-coming!"

It was at that moment that Buzz's voice caused Mick to stop running around and drew his attention once more to the pool, where he saw the Imp suddenly popping his head out of the water before swimming over towards the edge. Judging from the splash, he must have jumped out of the window as well, only HE had the safer landing. Clambering out of the water, the Imp quickly rushed over to Mick with an object in each hand, a fresh hairspray can in one and a lighter in the other.

"Okay, now just hold still!" he called out, an unnerving grin on his face as he opened up both the can and the lighter and aimed them both at the puppet on Mick's crotch.

Realising what was about to happen, all Mick could do there and then was whimper.

"Oh god, no,"

SHWROOOOSHHH!

"FIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIRE!"

Before anyone else could even blink, Buzz ignited the hairspray, creating his own makeshift flamethrower and set fire to the toy… along with Mick's balls! Worse still, instead of letting go, the moment the toy was set alight, it starting biting down even HARDER!

"Stop, drop and roll, Mick!" Octavia screamed, watching in horror as she and Snowflake pressed their faces against the glass of the window. "STOP, DROP AND ROLL!"

Obviously, it didn't help that her mother was laughing away in the background upon seeing this, however, Octavia couldn't be bothered to deal with her for the moment. Right now, she was too focused on Mick and the pain he was in. As the Cat Demon continued running around the garden, screaming his head off while smoke rose from his crotch, all he could think about was how to end his agony. Of course, it didn't help that Buzz kept laughing at him even as he chased Mick all around the garden in an attempt to put the flames out. Soon enough, Mick eventually bumped into a large metal contraption with a control panel on the side, one that appeared to have a large tube at one end, leading to a metal drum, while there was a large opening on the other. The Goetia's rented wood-chipper!

After practically dry-humping the control panel in an attempt to get the burning toy off him, unintentionally turning the wood-chipper on in the process, only then did the flames die out long enough for Mick to finally place his hands on the toy's head and rip the damn thing off him before tossing him off to the side. Frantically patting down his still-smoking pants, Mick couldn't help but let out a small sigh of relief even as he felt the burning skiing against his fur. However…

"Kitty, kitty KITTY!"

How was this fucking toy still going!? Even as it stood there on the grass, reduced to a smouldering, mangled, blackened mess, it STILL refused to die! Mick didn't even have that much time to recover before the little maniac suddenly launched itself up at him and tried to strangle him out. Raising his hands up in an attempt to defend himself, all Mick could do then was try to push the burning slab of wood off him even as it pulled at his ears and bit down on his hand.

"Alright!" he snarled, his eyes now literally burning with rage as flames suddenly started leaking out of the eyeholes of his mask. "I have had it, you miserable. Little. FUCKER!"

Then with one final twist and shove, Mick finally threw the smouldering toy off him… directly into the mouth of the wood-chipper!

"Huh?" it muttered, before suddenly realising what was happening as its pointy foot suddenly caught in the whirling blades. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!"

Much anyone else caught in such a situation, the Toy frantically tried to pull himself out by grabbing onto the nearest anchor it could find as its legs were slowly being chewed up before being reduced to powder spurting out at the other end of the machine. As such, before the toy was over knee-deep into the blade, the little demon clung desperately to the front of Mick's tank top in an attempt to save what remained of him.

"Let go of me, you little bastard!" Mick snapped, smashing his fists against the little monster's face in an attempt to make him let go, tragically to no avail.

"Here, buddy!" Buzz yelled, quickly running up to him with the crowbar in hand.

Deciding to act now and ask questions later, Mick quickly snatched the crowbar out of the Imp's hand and raised it above his head.

"Sayonara, Asshole!"

Those were the last words the toy would ever hear before the crowbar came crashing down onto its face, forcing it to let go of Mick's top and tumble down screaming into the spinning oblivion of the wood-chipper's blades. The moment he saw the wooden powder spurting out of the tube on the other end of the machine, Mick let out a breath he didn't even realise he had been holding. Finally. Fucking FINALLY, it was all over!

Before he could take the chance to breathe, however, yet another surprise came strolling up behind him. Hearing the familiar sound of someone clearing her throat, Mick could on wince as he reluctantly turned around and saw the Goetias walking across the lawn and stopping right in front of him. While Stolas and Octavia stood back with looks of unease, Stella, on the other hand, stepped forward, staring down at him with her arms crossed and an unamused scowl etched across her face. Believing he was going to get in trouble for all the damage he had caused during his fight, both to the garden AND the window, all he could do now was drop to his knees and hope that whatever punishment the Goetia Demon had in mind was quick and not TOO painful… however, much to his utter shock, Stella's smile soon turned into an amused smirk as she suddenly leaned down so that she was eye-level with the Cat Demon.

"Congratulations, Mr Nikos," she said. "You're hired."

His eyes snapping widen open with complete and utter bafflement, Mick's mind went completely blank as he watched Stella walk back over to the house, leaving her husband and daughter to deal with "the new help" as she would put it. Once she was out of sight, Octavia quickly rushed over to the Cat Demon's dropping Snowflake onto his lap as he simply kneeled there like a sack of potatoes.

"Great news, huh Mick?" she said, giving him an awkward nudge on the shoulder, hoping to lighten up his spirits a little.

"Hurrah," Mick muttered… before his eyes rolled back and he ended up face down in the dirt, passed out from both the pain and exhaustion.

Wincing at the sight of Mick's face impacting the ground, Both Stolas and Octavia looked at each other with concern. Buzz on the other hand couldn't help but chuckle to himself.

"Welp, this is gonna be fun,"