Snake head spoke first, it's little girl voice somehow filling the room.
"You are foolish. As foolish as The Rob, haha. You are."
Farmer said nothing. Malkaz, vast, spider-like, dwarfed Farmer.
Farmer didn't move.
Malkaz, pulsating grey and paled brown, vast, imposing; viscous liquids, gelatinous contamination, putrefied spectrum. Farmer, all colours, small, inadequate in comparison.
The mouth at Malkaz's belly split open again:
"Flesh. First you. Then the dead one. Then - "
Farmer spoke quietly.
"I do not trade with minions."
Farmer boomed, his voice ignored all boundaries.
"I DO NOT TRADE WITH MINIONS! Malkaz, be gone!"