"Oh, and by the way, did I ever tell you about my friend that stops short with his stories? He was an odd fellow... Not an elf, mind you, but god, just as annoying as most. You know, I really hated how he always stopped when he finished the first sentence of a story, then drifted off into thought." I hissed a him. I wasn't in the mood for delays right now, as one might have noticed.

"He knew he could have just spat it out, then be done with it, but no. He always has to stop on the first sentence, drifted off into thought, then I'd have to hiss at him to go on." I hissed at the demon.