He Who Fights With Monsters 7 (He Who Fights with Monsters, #7)

by Shirtaloon

“Nice. Oh, I’m Albert, by the way, but everybody calls me—” “Bert?” Jason asked. “No, Al. You can call me Al.” “And you can call me Betty,” Jason said, earning him a slap on the arm from Farrah.

“You can eat spirit coins if you like,” Farrah told him. “I’ve lived in the land of refined sugar.”

agreed to participate, not to serve.

“Someone’s cranky today.” “Gordon made me watch Gymkata again.” “Did you lose another bet?” “I still think he’s using those eye orbs to look at my cards, somehow.” “Then you should stop wagering. I thought you learned your lesson after he made you read the novelisation of Kazaam.” “Mr Asano, your world has dark and terrible things.”

“Oh yeah, that’s the stuff,” Clive said happily as a system box appeared in front of him. “I somehow feel dirty,” Jason said. “Just read it. Without licking it, preferably.”

“There you go,” Keel said. “Dummy device confirmed. Now stop asking questions and do what I tell you.”

I don't trust him.