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The cultists are stopped in their tracks, but several of them are still holding ticking bombs. The two robots direct their fire at Angel.

Hee! Hee! teheeheeheehee!
The gnomes laugh maniacally as several of them holding grenades form a ring around JH.

"I found pieces three, Tee hee, tee hee!" the crazed gnome giggles as he hands her his bag.

Death and destruction! Tee hee! Evil grows stronger my lady. Yes, yes, it does. Hoo hoo! The little rats they scurry from their holes and raise the banner of chaos high. Soon, soon, soon now my lady. Hee hee hee!
The crazed gnome runs through, stopping briefly to pick something up and put it in his bag before running on.

"Hee, hee. The dragon took the bait. The stupid kobold fell for it. Hee hee. Oh, they're gonna make such a pretty pyre. Hee, hee. Oh, here you are, my lady. Hee, hee. I'll find all of the bits and pieces soon enough, and then, oh-ho, and then...Hee, hee. Ashes, ashes, they all fall down."

The crazed gnome picks up a small piece of something, puts it in his bag, and wanders on.

I have a package here for a Tequila Mockingbird.

Inside the package is a bottle of Jose Cuervo.