[The Bro Imp doesn't move, simply moving into an eerily accurate copy of the real Bro's 'strife' position, clawed hands at the ready.
A dark head pokes out from a bookshelf behind the Bro Imp, the tousled hair and jagged buckteeth a poor imitation of John, white eyes constantly bulging out of their sockets. This little Imp takes one of his eyes and flings it at Dave's face with a low shriek.]
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A dark head pokes out from a bookshelf behind the Bro Imp, the tousled hair and jagged buckteeth a poor imitation of John, white eyes constantly bulging out of their sockets. This little Imp takes one of his eyes and flings it at Dave's face with a low shriek.]