Oz replied quickly. "Too late, you already asked. My name's Oswald Keffrey. I'm just a handyman here that does what needs doing." He grinned fiercely. It wouldn't do to piss Zel off more than he already was but Oswald's mood had shifted. He felt a glimmer of hope and a whole lot of angry.

	The handyman held the shovel like a club and paced around Zel. "Today it looks like your face needs some work." He kept on grinning, keeping his distance and watching closely for Zel to burst forward. Should Zel wait patiently it just meant more time and distance between him and his quarry. Oz could dig it.