Just · Another · Dame

Gizzle.  Gizzle.  Gizzle.

How'd I know it would come to this?  How'd I know you couldn't be dealt with?  Even Snord had the good sense to placate me.  All that gold from The Outfit gone to your head?  Well, I have an idea, and there are few gnomes who wouldn't jump at the chance to help me.  Sprat may not have the vision, but his kin might -- assuming their not so stupid as to follow him over the cliff he and half the other Gnomes are taking us over in their crusade.

Either way, I'm going to make you bleed the only way that will hurt you, Gizzle.  By the time I'm done with you you'll be eating rat kobobs in the tram to stay alive.  Mark my words.