Last post wins

[James Gryphon]

Quiet. I'm pondering whether it would be best to start my meal with your legs, your tongue, or your spine.

[Maudie]

None. I will leave you to deal with Mask.

You just had to do that, didn't you? Get back here, coward!

*Turns around.* What did you call me?

You know what I called you. Just get back here and deal with your own fights.

Fine. I will return to finish this meddlesome gryphon.

[James Gryphon]

I think I'll use garlic, ghost peppers, and some barbecue sauce for the seasoning. It can cover up the taste of any chicken.

[Maudie]

Halt your dillydalling, gryphon! I have come to end you.

Never mind, Skam. We've played right into his hands. We must leave now.

No! I must finish this fight!

You know you're a paradox, right?

[James Gryphon]

You're not a fight, you're a snack. Now step on up into this pot and make yourself tastier.

[Maudie]

I am through with this dying thread. I will leave now. And not through a pot, mind you.

You do that.

[James Gryphon]

Come visit my fortress sometime, chicken-thing; I'd love a new beakpick.

[Maudie]

Count Skam asked me to point out that he is a wild elf, not a chicken thing.

[James Gryphon]

Chicken heart, chicken brain, chicken taste. If it squawks like one...

[Maudie]

Count Skam asked me to tell you to remember who is half bird here.

[James Gryphon]

All the better to know a type of bird when I see one. Whether it has long hair and tree-hugging or no, it is still only a chicken-thing.

[Maudie]

Count Skam declares that he does not like you.

Didn't see that coming.

[James Gryphon]

[Maudie]

Count Skam is currently sulking in his heavily armored room, probably thinking up a revenge plan.

[James Gryphon]

I'll have a tiny servant play the world's smallest violin for it.