Gnarl: Sire, there seems to be a surge of evil energy coming from the Mellow Hills! Your peasants are being drawn towards it!
Not now, Gnarl! I must liberate the red Minions from the foul confines of that halfling's kitchen! Seriously, that bile-mouthed bug belcher was a waste of perfectly good space...and spice. How does one expect to run a kitchen with so many herb and spice jars strewn about? It is simply unsanitary, I tell you!
*ahem* Oh, right...the Reds. They are trapped underneath the furnace, which is easily opened by this turnstile over hear.
Gnarl: Ooh! Reds! Look after them and they'll look after you! Just like one big Evil family! As I explained, Reds are fire-immune, but they also have a powerful ranged attack. Summon some Reds, Sire. If you've reached your Maximum Minion Horde with your Browns, you can swap them at the Gate.
You heard the old goblin! Off you go!
[exchanges 10 Brown Minions for the same number of Reds]
Gnarl: I think you should have a little practice, Sire. Select your Reds! Now, sweep your Reds into that fire barrier over there!
[The Reds knock down the barrier and return with red glowing energy balls]
Gnarl: This is Red Lifeforce, Sire. It will allow you to summon more Reds.
What else could be beyond this kitchen? Oh, dear...is it getting hot in here, or is it just the Reds?
Gnarl: That's the Red Minion Hive, Master! Summon enough Reds to carry it to the Waypoint Gate!
No, Browns...let the Red ones take care of this. You will all have time to die in my name at another time.
Gnarl: Ah, the perfect opportunity to test out your Reds on those Halflings. Recall your Reds from the Red hive, and commence the Fry and die, Sire!
Fry, die? I majored in those two courses before my, um...big sleep. Those half-baked idiots will have no idea what hit them!
Gnarl: You cannot reach them from here! You must reposition your Reds for maximum flaming carnage! Sire, you can hold the position of your Minions by placing guard markers for them!
These chefs will now see what it is like to be on the receiving end of a flambé! Take that! And that! And...that, too! Ha ha! Browns! Open that gate! Something good must be behind it...
There were flames...there was carnage...Well done, Sire!
Well done. Now, we can transport this hive back to base and get out of here!
[Back at the Tower...]
Time to let off a little steam, boys, for you have earned it!
