As you enter the copse of the Deep Fat Friars, you are ambushed by a P Imp. Lemme tell you, this imp be stylin’. He advances toward you, tossing his cane from hand to hand, and says something about you having his meat.
He starts to pimpslap you, but you nimbly dodge his blow and counter with a particularly vicious Disco Eye‐Poke, proving once again that pimpin’ ain’t easy. POW! BIFF! BLAM!
You win the fight!
You make a thorough search of the area, but don’t find the Obvious Plot Device. That figures. It’ll probably be in the last place you look, you know.