Then he heard it, off in the distance at first, a muffled sort of sound which seemed all the world like a thud-thud, thud-thud, getting louder and louder and louder as it came closer and closer and closer.
Just as it reached its crescendo, the northernwestern door was torn from its hinges and a balog stomped in, its meter-long tusks dripping black venom, its evil red eyes...no, wait, it was Amos, who'd gotten lost on his way to the men's room...chanting his mantra...
FLOOD DICK!
FLOOD DICK!
FLOOD DICK!
(sorry, I can't do the html well or this would get larger and larger)