"So ya' DO<b>-WHAM-</b>worship Beelzebub, d'y<b>-SLAM-</b>a?! Ye'll get nothin' from me, ya' witch!" cried Urist, rearing back, then throwing himself forward, head-slamming his interrogator with as much force as he could get (which, admittedly, wasn't much). "See, I 'm usin' me head."<br/><br/>Urist was showing remarkable wit for someone so readily willing to head-slam such a person.