"I defy you!" Rob said again, this time with more control. When he said it a third time, there was a power and authority in his voice that I had not heard before, and the snake head hesitated for just a split-second.
The demon's hands came together in a resounding clap, and the mouth on the stomach split open again, salivating bloodied mucous, as its gurgling voice intoned:
"I feed upon your flesh before I feed upon your soul."
The snake head, recovered from its momentary hesitation, sang "You must die! Come to me, The Rob! Come to me!"