Ganon's hideout
"Your face"
The words echoed across the empty halls as the elderly man slowly walked towards his dreaded master's abode with two beings made of rock lumbered behind him carrying a sack of some sort, the darkest room in the entire complex which was quite gloomy to begin with, where the dread lord, for whatever reason, usually stayed at.
"YOUR FACE"
As he crept closer, the words became louder. He wasn't privy to as to why his master kept repeating the words, but it must have been for something important. After all, why would he continue saying it, over and over?
"YOUR FACE"
Behind the door to his master's room, he hesitated. Was it prudent to interrupt him? Probably not, but it had to be done. After all, he had news!
"YOUR FACE"
As he entered the room, he saw his master levitating in the lowest end of his room, flapping his hands as though he was attempting to take off. The room, by all accounts, was more like a cellar of some kind than a room where a person would live. Then again, his master wasn't exactly human-like. "Master," he said quite loudly, but it seemed as though he was being ignored as his master simply continued to repeat his mantra.
After walking down a hefty number of stairs, he resorted to shouting himself.
"MASTER!"
"WHAT," shouted Ganon back at him, annoyedly. Or at least it seemed that he was annoyed, since he only had one tone of voice.
"We have seized the King's DINNER!"
"GRREAT!," shouted Ganon back at him, making a somewhat odd waving motion, as though attempting to show that he had counted to ten.
"What do you want to do with it?"
"I WILL BURRRRRN IT!"
"Yes," said the elderly man, bowing to Ganon, "maaaster!"
The two beings of rock emptied the contents of the sack they had been carrying upon the floor, revealing a number of foodstuffs all mashed together.
"YOU MUST DIE," shouted Ganon as he discharged lightning from his hands onto the various foodstuffs upon the floor, burning them to a cinder.
Surely, this would be the beginning of an epic struggle.
