Gotham's shopping district.
A fat janitor walked up to a hot dog stand with a mop slung over his shoulder. "Excuse me, uh, Mr. Hot Dog Vendor? Got anything vegetarian? I'm starving!"
"I'm sold sold sold out! Get get get lost!" the owner snapped impatiently.
"I'm sure you're not sold out yet." The janitor lifted the lid of the hot dog container. "Oh, look. A giant monster's eye."
"What are you doing?" the owner demanded.
"How pathetic!" The janitor raised his mop overhead. "Just how low-rent are you little demons?! Your transformation skills are terrible! Can't you even manage a decent human face?"
"Stop stop stop!"
The janitor reverted to his pig-headed form, and the mop became the Nine-Toothed Rake as he brought it crashing down, overturning the entire stand. The owner and the hot dog container also reverted to their true forms—the same two little demons who had sought out Golden-Horned Penguin earlier.
"Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Bajie!"
"Or sh-sh-should we use your new new new new title: Altar-Cleansing M-m-messenger?"
"Do you all st-st-st-stutter?" Zhu Bajie mocked.
"You're the only one in Tang Sanzang's scripture-fetching party who stayed in the mortal mortal mortal world!"
"How dare you speak my master's name?" Zhu Bajie swung his rake at them, battering the two little demons. "Big words from little demons!"
"Don't provoke provoke provoke us!"
"Or we'll burn you to ash ash ash!"
The little demons brought out the eyeball, firing purple lightning from it. Zhu Bajie easily dodged and swung his rake down like a cascade of stars, punching nine holes through the giant eye.
"Aaah! It hurts hurts hurts!" The two little demons clutched their eyes and screamed.
Their eyeballs had vanished, leaving green blood flowing from their empty sockets.
"A big demon's eye burned out the little demons'