So one day I came across the demon Damien, a creature of black hide and strange, foul-tasting goop that constantly welled up inside him. He needed help with storing all of this goop, or so I thought! A little bit later, and now we're both stuffed to the gills with the stuff. And boy is it not easy on the stomach. Once he clamped my maw shut, preventing me from throwing any of this foul stuff back up, I learned I was tricked! He didn't need help at all with it, he just wanted a little fun tormenting a mortal. Well, consider me tormented. Huff! 💦