The fake dragon sighs.
"Look, I heard you speaking perfectly fine earlier. What the fuck happened? Seriously, how do you unlearn a language. Yeah, you know what, I can't do this. I need to call my director. I quit."
The main smoke thing stops.
"You're quitting? Then you shall pay for your treason."
The fake dragon then implodes, and appears in hell, albeit in a much smaller size.
"And this is where we shall find his soul, mortal?" The smoke monster says to Trilby.