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I tried to find a Pit Fiend, but no such luck (rather ironic, to say the least).

Sounds fine to me, besides, I turned the wheels into Wheelies!

And Pulg, if you ever want your sense of humour back, all you need do is ask.

Such a din, how will anyone be able to concentrate on the task of helping Pulg?

Not that I am bothered mind you, the wives of Pulg are proving quite useful for holding up his dining room table.

*Steals Pulg’s sense of humour and stores it in a fish shaped bottle.*

Truly, there is no greater shame, than a villain who is unable to see the funny side of life!

Sold that one too, to Fish-Malkovich actually.

And I have since sold it to one of the highest ranking demons of The Pit.

Which of you nincompoops let HIM in? This is an Evil Sorcerer's party, for Evil Sorcerers (and trombonists) only. Nyeeehhh!

It was your old friend turned enemy; Pulgradan Marr!

Look at this ice jewel, admire this sprocket, they will both distract you, while I stab your foot and pick your pocket!

This is really getting to be a most interesting little thread indeed!

And you have been around your brother for longer than you care to remember!

Such a jolt to the system, let’s hope that they can still talk, could be a great conversationalist!

So Pulg, are you playing with us or not? We just need a fifth person.

Right now, the people who are playing (excluding myself) the game of Liar’s Dice are;

The Dirty Dangler

Lady Blackmoor

Fish-Malkovich

*Laughs at the goldbrick.*

That’s not worth very much, might be good as butter for the fairy bands’ bread!

*Studies that stick, gets delighted.*

Now that is worth a good deal of money! Care to use it for a wager?

And what better way to spend all that money, than on a good old fashioned game of: Liar’s Dice!

*Sits at a large, round table, holding an iron cup with five ivory cubes (six sided dice).*

We’re playing the single hand version, and all types of wagers are accepted. Just bring a cup and 5d6s!

Here you go, cash in full!

*Gives Pulg 10 times his asking price.*

Silence! You have impugned the honour of the House of Malodor! I challenge you to a dowel!

*Bursts out laughing, finding Octave de Malodor humorous.*

My dear fellow, you honestly don’t know just who I am do you? Maybe this will help.

As such, I know of another who would gladly duel you in my place!

Now, now, it’s nothing like that. And even if it was, I hardly think that you of all people have the right to judge.

Oh! Hello, Wilfred!

Shhh! My dear lady, please! Though I keep my true identity secret, even from you, I am fully aware that you have the means to acquire the knowledge (and you have done), I share all the information that I have of my world in exchange for staying an enigma to all.

*Descends down a rope that is being suspended from a flying galley ship.*

This is not quite how I wanted to make an entrance, but I couldn’t bear to see such a fine lady so glum!

*While still on the rope, manoeuvres around to greet Dowager Comtesse de Malodor in a gentlemanly way.*