((A: yes it did; you need to watch more cartoons. Every-one knows that when some-one really fat or with super-strength stomps, this happens
. And B, I was joking. It was a JOKE. don't take things so seriously.))
The fire-ball hurtles straight towards Roseanne, and she makes no move to avoid it. At the last possible moment, she pulls her left hand out of the apron pocket it had been residing in; it's encased in a hot-mitt. She contemptuously slaps the fire-ball away; it lands a few feet to her right, and puffs out.
"Bit of a one-trick pony, aren't we?"
With-out warning, and with a frankly astonishing speed, Roseanne charges towards DCG. Just before they collide, she extends her hand in a straight-arm, and puts all her bulk and momentum behind the blow.
"I meant," said Iplsore bitterly, "what is there in this world that makes living worthwhile?"
Death thought about it.
"CATS," he said eventually, "CATS ARE NICE."
Terry Pratchett, Sourcery