Hearing the whistle of the descending maul the BEARMAT DEMON metamophoses from his flat larval state to it's fully developed state, and with lightning reflexes leaps out of the way of MMario's hammer, scattering nuts in all directions. This was somewhat of a pity because the one thing that a BEARMAT DEMON loves is nuts - the larger the better.

Suddenly, right in front of his gaze, the demon is aware of two exceedingly large nuts dangling down from a lace basque. Besides several signatures in permanent felt-tip marker each dispays a branded-on message "Property of Kate - tamper with at your peril !".

Such a temptation could not be ignored and opening it's mouth, it clamped it's fearsome teeth around the dangling cluster.