Nonon smiled stiffly and turned to her band. “Tubas, play the brown note, please.”

Four tubists stepped forth and BWOOOOOOOMPED at the Secretaries. The plastic chairs shook and slid forward. Banagher bent over.

“Uh oh,” he said. “I don’t feel so good.”

Satan stood up and smacked the tubas out of each player’s hand one at a time, sending the instruments sliding back to the pub. The tubists chased after them.

- Ragnarust Round 5