The lizard leaps back in.
"Dull this is, let's make a change,
To fit your interpretation strange,
Ye get the spirit of a deity,
Gimme my spirit, yours is quite meaty."
He hands over a small ball of light.
"Give it to me, lest I get angry. Hand it here, yip yip.
"Yap."
The Jack of Tears smiles and snatches the soul. He hands over a similar orb. He starts to speak, but teh Runelord of Uncaring is gone. He chuckles and goes to enjoy 'playing' with this new soul.