Happy Fortune Chinese Carry-Out Only

Sir Cedric shifted the phone to his other ear and held up a hand. Razzorfrix the Mage shuffled awkwardly, bumping against the statue of the Buddha that held the Daily Special on a chalkboard. Outside, the horses whinnied.

"If you're going to be like that, then we just won't bother," said Sir Cedric. "Yes, we're coming to destroy your ebon fortress and reclaim the Gem of Yorblie, but then after that we're having Chinese takeout." Pause. "All right then."

He looked up at the wide-eyed employee. "And a side of steamed rice," he said, lip curling. "Dark Lords, ugh, am I right?"