Getting a chuckle out of the butts comment, Evertrust gets an idea.

Feeling a tap on his shoulder, Frodo Smackins spins around to find Evertrust standing there with a leash.

At the end of the leash? A fully grown elephant.

" Heh heh, butts. "

Before he can react, Frodo is met with a flesh scathing chop right to his face that would have opened up most men's chests. We're unable to see the condition his face is in, or if his eye lid was ripped free, but what we do see seeping through Frodo's hands as he clutches his face is a growing bloodfall of beautiful crimson.

" You make a good Crimson Face, but let's not forget: Butts. "

Evertrust yells a command to the elephant and it turns around so it's posterior is facing Frodo. Evertrust stands behind Frodo and holds him upright by his neck as he yells a second command to the elephant, prompting it to plop its rear end right down onto the King of the Dwarves. Frodo has been crushed by the, no wait, what's this? Another command exits Evertrust's lips which causes the elephant to get back up and we see a horrifically delightful sight—Frodo's legs poking out from the elephants ass.

" Heh, butts. If you could hear me, I'd thank you for this pleasant distraction, Mr. Plug. "

Evertrust walks away as the elephant is more than likely confused as to why this has happened.