[h2][color=green][center]"Oilburn" Slick Drake[/center][/color][/h2]

[color=red]It wasn't enough it wasn't enough it wasn't enough why wasn't he a skeleton yet, WHY ISN'T IT ENOUGH!?[/color] The mighty giant let loose with a massive handful of shrapnel in every direction, seeking to shred everyone like beef in a slaughterhouse. [color=red]"I AM NOT A COW, COWS GO MOO AND I GO BOOM!"[/color] Slick tossed his hands forward and created a large shield of hardened oil, catching most of the shrapnel while the rest gave him minor cuts at best. 

[color=bc8dbf][b]"Oh my GOD MILK IS THE BEST!"[/b][/color] Suddenly Slick's fire stopped as his head swung towards Bonesword's voice. [color=green]"Milk is good for your bones Vinedagger, I told you so!"[/color] It seemed as if his rage was over, his madness no longer focused on destruction as it had been. A cannon burst out of the ground and Slick already knew what was going to happen. Shrimp man was going to do something dumb and block the cannon shot like a complete dumb head, he needed to be cooked why didn't he understand that and just let himself die?

[color=green]"Over here dinner, look at my art!"[/color] Slick formed a sticky ball of oil in his hands and tossed it at Saban's face, trying to blind him so everyone could attack all at once. But he wasn't content with just blocking his vision, he needed dinner to stop attacking as well. More and more balls of sticky oil were thrown at Saban, each one attempting to pin his arms to his side or keep him stuck in one spot. [color=green]"I LOVE MY JOB!"[/color] Slick yelled with joy as he stopped flinging oil at Saban and let loose with his flamethrower once again.