This dazzling door thing
had insulted her very being; making her seem foolish in front of, well,
herself! How dare it mock her, and then assume its natural function.
Sliding both hands towards her shoulders, she gave a mighty push and
vaulted herself off the floor like a seasoned gymnast, and then slammed
heavily into the wall.
Her rage was well up there along with the fantastical delusion she now found herself in. The colours were brighter and better, the outlines that contained her cartoonish figure now enveloped her entire house emphasizing her grand dilemma.
“I will not stop till you are defeated Dr Door! You’re evil rain of foolish making stops here tonight!”
The words that erupted from her mouth hole solidified and flew to the floor, making it easier for the viewers at home to understand a word she was saying. Subtitles for strife.
“Do not mock me girl! You can never defeat me, Dr Door! Minions! ATTACK!”
Hundreds
of tiny doors, with arms and legs swooped down from the trap door above
her head. She kicked and punched and then kicked and punched some more.
Splinters flew everywhere as she blasted some with her amazing eye
laser vision. Bits of wood flew about her as the wind dramatically blew
through her hair, a strident flurry of equally dramatic opera music
wafted down the passage way.
This boss battle was on like donkey kong.
Her rage was well up there along with the fantastical delusion she now found herself in. The colours were brighter and better, the outlines that contained her cartoonish figure now enveloped her entire house emphasizing her grand dilemma.
“I will not stop till you are defeated Dr Door! You’re evil rain of foolish making stops here tonight!”
The words that erupted from her mouth hole solidified and flew to the floor, making it easier for the viewers at home to understand a word she was saying. Subtitles for strife.
“Do not mock me girl! You can never defeat me, Dr Door! Minions! ATTACK!”
This boss battle was on like donkey kong.
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