The Evil Imp

Once upon a time, many years ago there lived a sour little imp named Stan Bundle.  He was known throughout the imp community as being a very fiery fellow, full of spite and anger. Coincidentally, his appearance was just as fiery as his attitude and he patrolled around town with red hair and a bright orange beard. His job was also quite fitting, and as the local exterminator he found much pleasure in taking the lives of the smaller, helpless insects.
One day, Stan woke up in Imp village like ever other day. He brushed his teeth, put on his clothes and drank his coffee. He turned the door knob to exit his mushroom, for this is what Imps lived in, and came face to face with the entirety of Imp Village. Stan's face flushed with anger, "Get off my property!" he screamed.
The mayor of the town approached the fuming Imp.
"Excuse me, Mr. Bundle. Sorry for disturbing you but the town has an emergency and we need your help. You see little Miss Lilly has been impnapped by a giant centipede and you're the only one with the skill to take care of a bug like that."
Stan pushed his way through the crowd and shouted back, "NO! Little Miss Lilly should have though about this before she went and got taken by the centipede. I have a job to do!"
The town was devastated. The meandered around, knowing perfectly well that without Stan Bundle there was no way they could save Lilly and there was no way they could convince that angry imp to help anybody.
On the other side of town, Stand began doing his daily bug killing rounds. Stomp out a cockroach here, squash a butterfly there and had almost totally forgotten about the Lilly incident when he passed by her house. He stood there looking at her neatly kept mushroom and for once in his life, he felt a need to help someone else. He wiggled his body to make sure it wasn't just gas, but sure enough there it was. With a sudden rush of compassion, he stormed off to the forest of giant bugs. He followed the trail of centipede slime right to where the bug was holding Lilly hostage. He stormed in just as the centipede was about to eat her, and kicked it in the abdomen. The centipede roared with pain and dropped Lilly. It stared at Stan but then decided that Lilly looked more appealing and started to go back in for the chomp. Right before Lilly had all but entered its mouth, Stan dove and pushed Lilly to safety, leaving himself to be eaten by the beast.   However, once inside its mouth a remarkable thing happened; the centipede, who usually thought imps were delicious, spat him back out. He looked up in amazement and quickly scurried home. For many years after he told stories of how he had used pure strength and fought his way out of its mouth. But if you ask the centipede, he would just say that that little imp had tasted funny. A taste faintly resembling piss and vinegar.