Mogey and Smush were striding down the dusty track outside of town when an elevator car made of pure fire emerged from the ground itself.
"What kind of shenanigans are these now?" Mogey said, rolling his eyes.
"If it's not one thing, it's another," Smush commiserated.
The elevator's doors slid open, revealing a tall, slender man wearing a black cloak and a billy goat-style beard.
"I am The Pyromancer," he announced. "Lord of the burn."
"Uh huh," Mogey answered, picking a bit of floating ash off of his ham sangwich. "And what's your name?"
"Some call me El Diablo de Fuego," The Pyromancer replied.
"But what does your mother call you?" Smush asked.
"Usually she just calls me her 'wittle chubbins.' But occasionally she uses my given name."
"Which is?" Mogey prodded.
"Ryan," said the Pyromancer.
"Well, Ryan," Smush said, "we really must be going. So you may as well get on with whatever burning you need to do."
"Really?" said Ryan, enthusiastically. "I mean--yes! No one passes The Pyromancer without receiving a serious burn!"
He approached the pals majestically, drawing his hand into the depths of his cloak. But just as he reached them, he stopped short.
"Wait a moment," he said to Mogey. "It seems you've got a little something on your tunic."
He pointed helpfully, and when Mogey looked down, Ryan The Pyromancer booped his nose.
"BURN!" Ryan exclaimed, cackling. He jogged around the pals several times, jigging in a manner that belied his elegant cloak, but was frankly quite in line with his billy goat beard. "You just got burned! Another classic red hot burn from The Pyromancer!"
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