“No. Answer the questions. If I get even the hint of a spell being cast, that dinosaur behind you is going to bite your head off. I’ve seen him do it. Do you understand? Now why is the slime in the room with you?” “She’s… she’s my wife, and I think she’s in love with me.” “Your wife? The slime is your wife?” “It’s an ooze. Not a slime. There’s a difference. And yes, the ooze is my wife.” Donut made a disgusted noise. “If Tish could see you now.”
