One thing was certain:  Fletcher was definitely not going to fight these monsters.<br/><br/>"Thanks, Mr. Devil, but I have a date with my left hand," bellowed Fletcher as he dashed away.   "I hope you understand!"<br/><br/>He was already starting to feel guilty about leaving the women when he skidded to a stop, turned around and said,  "I just realized that you might not have understood the reference seeing as to how all of you are a bunch of<strong>DICKLESS</strong>nancies.  I was referring to masturbation."  He paused.   "Seriously, Therin and Tara?  Are you still standing there?  Run for goodness sakes!" he said, hopping from foot to foot as he tried miserably to create a distraction.