Needless to say, Julius had realized that he probably couldn't boss the gnome around like he had thought. Instead, the gnome's pea-brain had more braincells than expected for his size. The Devil, refusing to cower to the gnome, took a couple of seconds to return himself back to his normal state. He pat himself down, especially the front of his tailored suit. Julius turned to look at Razulkra calculating the consequences of punting him. 

[color=00746b]"God must be sending down his blessings for me if I have to pair up with a boisterous, nonsensical crowd as this."[/color] Julius said, after deciding against punting the gnome, [color=00746b]"Shall we proceed or do you rather prefer to be chewed out by the rodents?"[/color]