“A door won't stop Me, the Mighty Corugi,” he shouted and kicked the door as hard as he could. A loud snap was heard, and Corugi went pale.
“Okay, maybe a door will stop me,” he whispered to himself and he gently rubbed his injured knee. “Stop hiding behind magically reinforced doors!” He shouted at Fred again, giving the impenetrable barrier an evil glare.
Using his superior intellect, Corugi quickly came up with a plan to enter the fortress and avenge his knee on Fred. He picked all of the rotting onions from Fred's failed vegetable patch and threw them at the windows. The onions splattered to their doom. Slowly but surely, the rotting juices started to leak through small cracks in the sloppy woodwork around the glass.
“Ha-ha,” Corugi exclaimed as he watch his plan succeed. “Smelly, isn't it?” he shouted at the heavy oak door again. “I guess you will have to open the door to let some fresh air in, or your house might smell like rotting onions forever!”
“Yer an evil basterd ye are!” Fred cursed in defeat as he came out of the house. “Evil, but clever.”
“It was a good plan, wasn't it?” Corugi gloated. “Of course, only a genius like myself could have come up with something as creative as this. You are a lucky man, Fred. Lucky you met me.”
“I s'pose,” Fred mumbled and examined what was left of his vegetables. Pieces of squishy onion slowly dripped down the glass, instantly contaminating everything they touched with an impossible stink. “Ah, yes,“ Corugi added as he noticed the man's sad look. “I cleared your vegetable patch for you. An amazing, but well planned, side-effect of my genius plan!”
He smiled as he slapped the farmer on the back. “Now you can re-plant everything properly, the Corugi way! Here, let me show you.”
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