"Hey, kid. Long time no see."
Lemmy stared, crouched in the corner of his jail cell like a wild animal. His hair was singed, and he felt half dead. "Xan! You ... you rescued me!"
Xan motioned for Lemmy to come out of the cell. "Hurry up, kid. We haven't got much time. I blasted most of those devil Lemmings, but they could be coming back at any moment."
"I'll kill them all!" Lemmy shouted, leaping out of the cage. "I'll bathe in their blood! I'll -- you happen to have any food on ya?"
"Here." Xan handed Lemmy a hot pepper sandwitch and a beer.
"Right, that's weird," Lemmy remarked. He did, however, scarf it down very quickly. "I feel like killing something, Xan."
"Here they come."
The devil Lemmings flooded in, waving their pitchforks and screaming. Lemmy threw back his head and laughed at them, preparing to enact the most devastating magic he knew...
... And then he realized he couldn't do anything. He stared. "What's happening? What about my demon powers?" He couldn't believe it.
"See, kid, I've been meaning to tell you," Xan began, clapping Lemmy on the back. "The rest of the Chaos Gods decided you shouldn't be having them any more. They gave them to me."
"WHAT?!" Lemmy, enraged, whirled around and flung bolts of ice at the devil Lemmings. "Impossible! I am the one who will destroy the universe!"
"You're going a bit overboard there, kid," Xan remarked. "Still, it worked. Let's go."
Lemmy blinked. He realized he had little comprehension of what had gone on, but then, that was normal. They made for Xan's starfighter and blasted off.