Freddie saved the little marshmallows stabing the terrible marshmallow with his chocolate stick.
As the terrible marshmallow lay heaped on the floor, he wheezed a final threat at Freddie, "You think you've won. You think you've defeated me. But there s'more." With that the terrible marshmallow began to convulse in a mix of evil laughing and gasps for air.
Freddie stood over the terrible marshmallow, trying to think of a witty retort. Nothing was coming to his head. There was only one thing left to do.