‘Now, you slithering monster of the deep, prepare to die!’
The knight charged. The giant sea slug bared its teeth and growled, moving to protect the treasure. But the knight was quick. Her sword plunged into the soft, slimy flesh of the monster.
‘This is the bit where you die,’ said the knight. ‘I don’t want to die,’ said the sea slug.
‘But you have to. You’re the baddy.’
‘Why do I always play the baddy?’
‘Marie! You said you would.’
‘How about – this time – the knight dies and gets dragged away by the sea slug to—’
‘No. That’s not the story. That’s not how I wrote it. The knight kills the monster and reclaims the treasure and they all live happily ever after.’
‘All except the sea slug . . .’
‘It’s just a bit part.’
The sea slug began to peel off her costume.