"Can you get out of our way!?" Deymona asked when they came upon two males sitting side by side in the middle of the road. An archway rose above them and a high wall towered to both sides. "Clearly you are blocking the way, you see."
One of the males looked up and smirked. "Names Grimm, James Grimm," he said as he reached up and slid his flat billed hat backwards.
"Great," Deymona snipped with a frown, "I didn't ask, but great. Now, please move your hind end."
The other male took a second to glance up from a portable game he was playing. "I'm Edward Grimm...I like to eat curds, they keep me thin..."
"Just get out of our way!" Deymona screeched, highly fed up with these guys outright ignoring her.
Mordora hiccuped.
"Don't listen to my bro, he's weird. Dude don't even know how to grow a beard." James replied.
"No, no. My brother there lies, don't listen to his make-shift cries." Edward muttered without looking up from his game.
"If you two don't shut the rhyming and move your rears, you'll both have a boot stuck up em in about two seconds!" Deymona threatened.
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