I am Gwendolyn Goblin, soon to be chief on Goblin Mountain. Now get out of the way before I move you out.
Ho, ho, ho. It is to laugh. You can't move me out, you skirted goblette. You must pay
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So you're stuck, goblette,
Hugh Mongous said. Pay.
This is outrageous!
Gwenndy said, stamping her little foot.
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“Cups, glasses, containers, bottles, mugs—”
“Goblets?”
Whatever.
“Nothing interesting,” Gwenny said, hoping the demoness would go away. There was no point in correcting her about the distinction between a goblet and a goblette, or in reminding her that there was only one goblin in this party. They had enough problems without having them complicated by a supernatural creature. Demonesses were supposed to be less worse than demons, being mischievous rather than mean, but their mischief could be formidable.