The last thing Merle needed was to run into gremkins, but that’s exactly what happened. He was exhausted, he’d been using far too much magic in his experiments, and being this tired it was a terrible idea to be out and about in the wild.
To come into contact with being as powerful as gremkins was a stroke of ill luck, indeed. As everyone knows, gremkins wield vastly powerful magic, but only have the brains of children who’ve never had parents. They are terribly dangerous, but not because they hold any malice in their hearts. They just honestly don’t know any better. So, when they had sensed the powerful magic in Merle and decided to eat him to consume it, there was no thought given to how he might feel about being eaten, or that it would kill him to be eaten; all the gremkins knew was that they wanted, and that was all they needed to know.
He’d tried threatening them, scolding them, and frightening them. Nothing had worked thus far aside from prolonging the inevitable. At full strength, he might have had the strength to simply bludgeon his way past them, although at a considerable cost to himself perhaps. Yet, in his current weakened state, he had no chance of surviving a head to head confrontation with twelve gremkins.
That was when he had a sudden inspiration. He remembered being a child, and thinking that his teacher knew absolutely everything, without failure or error. Perhaps the child-minds of these gremkins felt the same way.
“My good, gremkin friends. You really can’t eat me at all.”
“Wassit? Sures we does, Wizardy. We’s loves the be eaten you soons.”
“No, I’m afraid it just won’t work, the law of obsficationism simply won’t allow it.”
“Wassat, then? I’s already knows, buts you should explains the law of obsyfakinsism to me mates, here.”
With his last remaining reserve of magical energy, Merle manifested a chalkboard and chalk. In long, boring sentences he made up the Law of Obsficationism and talked gibberish about it to the gremkins, writing odd equations and words on the board as if they meant something.
By the time he wrapped up, two of the gremkins were asleep, and four more didn’t look far behind. He cleared his throat, “Ahem, so, you see, you really can’t be eating me at all, friends.”
“Welly lookit here, boys. He’s a’bein’ right here after all. That theres rules of obsicrustaceanism is as clear as day to me, and it means we can’ts be eatins at ‘im after all. Dammit all.”
“Awww! Blast and bugger. Come offit. Why not?!?”
“Stupid! Didn’t yous hear what he’s beens sayin’? Law’s the law boys, can’t do nothin’ about that.”
And just as quickly as children are prone to lose interest, especially after a long, boring lecture of one kind or another, the gremkins heard a noise and chased it off into the woods. At this point, Merle heaved a great sigh of relief and sunk down onto his knees from exhaustion.