Okay. I've got a Scroll of Put Out Fireball, a Scroll of Magic Anti-missile, a Scroll of Shoo Familiar, and a Scroll of Mordenkainen's Faithful Doghouse. I'm ready.
While you were gathering all that stuff, I had time to learn Polymorph to Animal.
As a mortal, I lacked the power to defeat you, so I enlisted the help of a necromancer. He cast a spell so that upon my death, my skeleton would arise to seek vengeance!
And I take it you died recently.
Just yesterday. Thrown from a bus.
I didn't hear about any bus accidents on the news.
No, there was no accident. I was thrown out by the driver. He didn't like me yelling "PENIS" at all the other passengers.
Sounds like you've got a lot of vengeance to seek.
Mr. Jones, I'm glad we could meet to discuss your son's problems in school. Yesterday he couldn't even name all of the planets in order.
Whoa, that's pretty serious. I mean, I was fired from my last job for not being able to name all of the planets in order.
In fact, just last week I was on my way to Jupiter and I couldn't remember whether it came before or after Saturn. Totally missed my exit, I was an hour late for my meeting.
...which brings me to my theory about Billy's troubles with education having their roots at home.
This morning I passed a bum on the street. I asked him, "Can I give you a couple of bucks?" and he said, "I don't need your money, I need you to name all of the planets in order for me!"
Hello, I'm your court-appointed lawyer. Before we begin, I want you to know that I'll defend you as best I can, even though my family and I are appalled and disgusted by what you did.
Listen, lady, your sister's the one who whored herself out, so don't blame me. Besides, she enjoyed it.
My sister isn't a whore, you ass! I'm talking about my father. He's the CEO of Tripco Pharmaceuticals.
Oh! You want my friend Jim.
Sorry about that, it's just that you look a lot like this prostitute I... you know, I'll just stop talking now.
Okay, here's the plan. We're going to take you guys to each other's hearings, and then argue it was a case of mistaken identity.
And so:
Counselor, if your client thinks he has any chance of getting bail, he'd better start telling me how sorry he is for fooling around where he had no business being.
Your honor, this client isn't the one accused of computer hacking. He's the one accused of soliciting a prostitute.
Hmm... well, I stand by my statement. I mean, look at that hair... he's obviously a complete fairy.
So, you're going to the Water Temple? You'd better take these iron boots! They're so heavy, they'll weigh you down so you can walk on the bottom of the lake!
Uh... but what if I want to get back up?
Just take them off and put them in your backpack! Oh, and don't worry about drowning -- you'll have no problem breathing underwater if you wear this blue tunic!
I don't see how that....
Ooh, looks like you've got a live chicken in your pocket. I'm afraid you won't be able to use that underwater.
Eh, no big loss. It's not much use on land either.
Gabe, I believe I'm a man with sound business sense. I founded the World Little Girl Boxing Association on a solid guiding principle.
I'm proud to have been a part of your vision, Mr. Helmut.
I believed that people wanted to see grown men and little girls punching each other. In fact, I believed they would pay good money to see it. But, Gabe, there was one thing I couldn't have foreseen.
What's that, Mr. Helmut?
Well, Gabe, in the WLGBA's ten-year history, so far, none of the little girls have ever won a match.
I've checked and re-checked the statistics, Gabe. No World Little Girl Boxing Association match has ever, in fact, been won by a little girl. That's why I've asked you here today, Gabe.
But what can I do about it?
Gabe, I need you to do something very important for me. You'll be getting in the ring in a couple of hours for tonight's WLGBA match. I need you to lose that match.
You want me to take a dive? I -- I don't know, Mr. Helmut. Why me?
Well, I figure it'll be the most believable if it's you.
Gabe, it seems that because of our one-sided record, the fans think our fights are boring and predictable. We need a big ratings boost, or pretty soon, we'll all be out of a job. So do you understand?
I understand, Mr. Helmut. I'll throw tonight's fight. You can count on me.
I knew I could, Gabe. Now go get ready. You're due at the pre-fight trash-talking in an hour.
Yes sir, Mr. Helmut!
Shortly....
Hey Joe, it's Gabe. Yeah, put me down for ten thousand against myself for tonight. Great. Thanks.
Well, Petunia, everything sure worked out for us in the end. I knew that when I told Gabe to throw that match, he'd give it away to his bookie, giving us fantastic odds for our bet against him.
The money we made from throwing that fight ourselves was more than enough to pay for this island, and ensure that we'll never have to work again. Guess you and I are the real winners here!
Not quite. I still have a score to settle with Billings.
Jeeves, I need to arrange someone's death. Bring me my telephone.
Would that be the one with the Hello Kitty stickers, ma'am?
Billings, I want to show you there's no hard feelings about our match. Helmut and I would love it if you'd come visit us at the island this weekend. Are you free?
Well... uh... I guess so... sure, I'd love to come!
Great! Now we've already reserved a plane ticket in your name. All you have to do is go pick them up. Any questions?
That's awfully nice of Petunia. Helmut too. Especially after that horrible match. Still, I've suffered too. If it weren't for losing that bet, I wouldn't be living in this public restroom.
And meanwhile, they're living together on a private island? Why, they must have set me up! Well, I'll show them! The second I get off that plane, they're dead!
Jeeves, I want my surface-to-air missiles ready to launch by this afternoon.
Yes ma'am. Shall I use the pink ones, or the ones with flower designs?
Well, Helmut, I guess I came out on top after all. We're living in luxury on our private island, and Gabe is probably lying dead at the bottom of the ocean or something.
Yeah, haha, probably, I mean, where else would he be... I mean, there's no chance he....
Of course, I mean, you don't think he... there's no way that....
He couldn't possibly have... I mean... could he?
Answer: no.
Hey, aren't you Gabe Billings from the WLGBA? Can I have your autograph?
So you really offered to give Matt a reference for getting his security clearance? I thought you were opposed to--
Hold on a second, there's the call now.
Hello? Yeah, Matt's a great guy. Did a lot of drugs in college, but who didn't, right? Listen, those rumors that he was planning to kill the president are totally false. Okay, you're welcome. Bye.
I see.
Oh, damn. I forgot to mention his secret love affair with an Iraqi man.