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"The trial of the demon Markiplier, beginning with evidence and ending with utter obliviation, izzz in zzzession." Beelzebub stood stiffly and turned towards the rest of the council.
All rise.
Bring in the traitor.
Wheeled in on a large platform hung Markiplier, chained to a wooden board.
"Thizzz is the accuzzzed," Hissed Beelzebub towards the council. "Chargezzz include unacceptable levelzzz of frolicing with humanzzz, and playing 'five nightzz at freddyzz'."
"Hello everybody my name is Markiplier and welcome to hell," Rasped out Markiplier "an indie horror game with a bunch of weak ass demons."
"Shhhhhut up!" They said. "I am not weak!"
Just to prove it, they miracle an L right on Markaplier's 4head. The council of demons points and cackles.
"What- No, you didn't," Markiplier fumbled. "You wounded what I treasure most, not my body, but my pride,"
"Zzzzzucks to zzzuck," Beezlebub said.
Hmm. They could turn this to their advantage.
"We have a verdict," they say. "You muzzzzt be my azzziztant. I need a new one, have for quite zzzzome time."
Markiplier would not mind.