Linda didn't like it.
"It's too biiiig!"
"Biiiig, biiig, ....." said the echo.
"But, Milady," said Balldrip, "it's the most lavish residence in..."
"Shut up you cadaver. Do you realise how many people I'm going to have to wipe out to fill this place with blood?! Hmm, sounds like fun..."
A Servant popped in. "Is her Majesty back? I thought I heard her come in."
Linda turned, flashing an evil eye, and growled, "Yes, I'm right here." She grabbed a halbard from the wall and charged the servant, turning him into a human shishkabob. His trembling hands grasped onto the shaft as blood flowed down his legs, then he fell limp and the puddle at his feet grew larger.
Balldrip glanced at the remains. "I say, Mistress, you've made an awful spot on the rug."
"You really aren't paying attention, are you Balldrip? Come along, we've got a slaughter to begin."
"Uh, you go on ahead, I left something in the car."
Linda reached over and yanked Balldrip to his feet. "I said come on! And pull your leiderhosen up for fuck's sake, you pathetic little worm."
"But its the Industrial Strength Mixer!.."
"Shut up. We have bigger plans afoot."
"You have plans for a bigger foot?"
"Shut up."
"Right."
