"Urrgh, aghhh, ERRAAAHHHH!"

Fionna works her way back up the way she came. Stinking of poo and bitter defeat at her attempt to save her friend, she glares at the pervy wizard. Suddenly, an idea pops into her head.

"You wanna polish that "wand" so bad? Then CATCH THIS!"

Fionna throws her stink-infused stocking at Moldyvort.