<the roll bounces off Rusty's head, drawing no discernible reaction>
Oooooh, duckt tape! I was looking for you!
*returns with written permission to destroy the Poodle Cult, notarized by Jezelda, Mistress of Werewolves herself. (DC 30 to realize it's a forgery), and sets up large barrels of black powder around the clubhouse with a line of black powder out a crack in the wall, then lights the black powder and runs off to watch the fireworks...*
What's this black stuff?