Brimsy, the cowardly imp, stumbled into his master's lair, trembling and covered in dirt and blood. "M-Master," he stammered, "I-I've returned from the mission." His voice quivered as he recounted the encounter with violent humans, exaggerating his own bravery, despite his failure. Tears welled in Brimsy's hot pink eyes as he scurried closer and bowed, internally vowing to redeem himself, though deep down, he feared he was destined to remain a pitiful, cowardly imp forever. He hoped for mercy.