Ballorox allowed his massive, leathery wings to unfold as he trod to the podium. His oily, black face scanned the masses of imps cowering before his majestic awfulness, fearing his dreaded attention. Grinning evilly, he found his favorite victim and leaned down to the microphone. "And what did you do today, Pig Juice?"
The small, tri-horned, pig-snouted imp sighed as he shrugged his bony shoulders and flew toward the podium to give his daily report.
"I telephoned 143 people as they ate and tried to sell them a time-share in Arizona," he said into the microphone.
"Impressive," Ballorox said grudgingly.