Fog spewed out of the room more and more. But it wasn't just the fog from there. Everywhere that little bits of fog had been left behind, it started to spread more and more.

The little fog throughout the chamber was now spreading to completely cover any and everything on the ground.

"That can't be good," understated Og'drimun.

The tiny demon flew forward and up into the air as he cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted, "Hey bro! Can you hear me?"

There was no answer.

"Got anything that'll stop fog?" Sentenza asked. "I've got an idea, but I'd rather not go through with it."

Narissa scoffed. "Nothing that'll magically fix things here."

"IIIIIIII jjjjuuussssttt mmmooovvveee ttthhhrrrooouuuuggghhh fffooooggg. Ssssstttooopppiiinnnggg iiittt iiissss aaaa bbbiiittt ooouuuttt ooofff mmmmyyyy ffffiiieeelllddd." Bakade shrugged.

"Oooh, I can stop it!" Pockets giggled.

Sentenza frowned. It was clear he'd rather not listen to the clown, but he said, "Well, let's have it then."

"Are you suuuure?" said in a sing song voice.

"Just give it to us!" Og'drimun added.

Pockets licked her lips, "Well, since you did ask so nicely..."

SPLAT!

A big cream pie landed squarely on all of their faces as Pockets expertly flung them at the four others. The cheap metal tins stuck in the air for a moment before they slowly came off with a wet,

Schlep.

Sentenza reached up and wiped off as much of the cream as he could in one pass down over his face.

"How exactly is that helping?" he practically snarled.

"Isn't it onbvious? If your nose is full of cream, then the fog can't get in!" She explained as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.