Quaver looks at the floating cat, shocked. Then he blew up. "No show? NO SHOW!? But if there's no show, then the only point is to do things like this!" He popped his eye out and threw it at the cloak figure, watching it bounced off his back and back into his hand. He showed the eye back into it's socket then snapped his fingers and a mound of rocks opened up next to him and several creatures similar to him, only brown and wearing rat fur, popped out carrying drums and a harp to big for them. They set up around the mound and started playing a fast passed rough tune and Quaver turned to them. "The Best show of the earth, but with no audience at all. But now that Quaver's here with worth, he's bouncin' off the walls!" The brown creatures looked at Quaver, pointed and laughed. The Netherworld jester did not enjoy this.
"The Minions brown, the brutes proud! Tougher than rocks, but just as smart! Wearin' crocs, and smellin' like farts! Bwahahah ha hah!" The brown ones stopped their laughing and brought out wooden clubs. The largest one, only 4 feet tall, pointed with a raspy, light-pitched war-cry, and all of them charged at Quaver. The grey demon's ears dropped and he cursed before turning and running in a circle around the group, with the browns chasing him. "GNARL! IF YOU CAN HEAR ME, CALL OFF YOUR DOGS!!!"