'These demons are annoying,' Bane thought, but he couldn't really do anything about it.
He was still bound, and tied, and carried by the demons, and was being forced to endure their celebrations. Half of them were on top of him, while the rest were still carrying him to his next destination.
"Hey, Pokey! What is my next target?" Bane asked, and then the little demon with the stick turned around with a big dumb smile.
"Roccarionite Basaltorax."
"A what?" Bane asked in confusion, making the little demon burst out laughing.
"Roccarionite Basaltorax will eat you for sure, Idiot! Or just crush you into pink paste!" The demon yelled, and then he joined the others in their celebrations.
"Yeah, thanks a lot, Asshole," Bane muttered, and then was once again subjected to the demons' terrible singing, dancing, and the poking. Bane remembers each of the ugly little faces that partook in the last part. He would have his revenge.