Diego puffed his chest out loudly and stood up straighter and was about to proudly say,"Yes, anything for you lovely ladies, my name is Diego Lumumba Vasquesa Lorenzo Montana Respendal Leniendo the Third, the most handsome man in the whole world," but he thought better of it.
"My name is... erm... Daniel Ludwig Vanderbilt ... let's see... um...Lemming Minnesota Republican Lime... no wait...Leftovers the... uh... fifth.. yes. That's it!" is what he said instead. The mafia boss would never suspect a thing! Now wasn't he clever!
Any doubt or comment from the others was suddenly interrupted by Marcy's attack. Fortunately, Diego was particularly fond of his neck, and had not intention of losing it. He brought up his sword, barely parrying the blow. "HOW DARE YOU CHALLENGE DIEGO LUMU- I mean uh... DANTE LIMBURGER VENICE LARRY MONTREAL ROASTBEEF LEMON JUNIOR!" angrily shouted Diego, quickly recovering and jabbing at the girl's stomach with his rapier.
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Unbeknownst to La/Lo, Delios, and Lance, Delios's punch had more consequences than they had known. As the bunny demon had hit the floor, a creature was let loose. Specimen #24-785-003 had been one of the most boring ostriches that you would ever meet, before Zeke had captured it. Zeke had originally been quite impressed by the ostrich, but had become bored of it quickly. He had really only ever one thing to it that made it special. Once Zeke really started to get into creating Marcy, he had needed some more storage space, and the poor ostrich was quickly chained up in Lance's more spacey lab, where it remained aloof, tired, and hungry.
Somehow, Delios had accidentally caused a small crack in the floor, which had broken the chain that attached to Speciman #24-785-003, freeing the bird. The bird wouldn't have cared, had it not seen Lance's red sword. Suddenly, hunger overtook the large bird, and it rushed towards the man holding the red, gleaming snack... it was definitely a snack! The few times the Specimen had seen the man, it was with snacks in his hands. Clearly, this was no different!
So, Specimen #24-785-003 rushed towards his next meal, taking advantage of why he was here in the first place. As Zeke's old experiment approached Lance, fire spurted out of it's beak!