Why are you looking at me like some kind of creepy creep? I'm trying to have a private conversation with my new friend here! I do believe that when a patron starts using the severed head of a huntsman as a companion, he or she may have had enough to drink. Let's say you settle up and call it a night. First, I ain't got no money, so joke's on you. Second, I'm gonna drink three more of these then... Ribbit, ribbit. ...See what it takes to get this muffin fluffer to turn into a prince!|