Then they both smiled the exact same smile. Narcissism times two. Oh, get a room already.
Hey, rock dude, are you destroying the house? Causing mayhem? Whoโs a ferocious gargoyle? Stoneyโs a ferocious gargoyle.
Don't know about my knives, but my gun's made of pain.
He was like an undead boomerang. A zomberang.
The price for using dark magic is death, so that goes a long way toward deterring users.
Maybe in the morning, sunlight would to turn him back into a statue; then I could take Stone out to the forest where he could frolic among the ferns, gurgle at streams, and make friends with the other interesting rocks.