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[pittance]

Hey, any time. I'll pick out all the best traps for us.

[murderbaby]

I meant that it was a kind thought.

In the future, try to find traps more elaborate and technical. The social type are fatal.

[pittance]

I dunno, you never met my third cousin. There's an antisocial fatality.

[murderbaby]

Dare I ask?

[pittance]

Sells clockwork. Builds these statues out of it — they're all over the house —

[murderbaby]

And when the hour strikes, a cacophony?

[pittance]

One of these days, the cuckoo's gonna take an eye out.

[murderbaby]

[With humor in his voice.] My sincerest condolences. The surface must seem a placid dream in comparison.

[Ha ha wait dwarves don't dream. Mhavos only realizes belatedly, and by then, there's nothing to be done for it.]