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	[color=808080]"I am Quaver the Entertainer! Spokesman and Ringmaster, fire-spiter and tight-roper! Clown and buffoon! A demon grey, but of mystic human make! Ha ha!"[/color] His staff fell and plunged next to him, which he promptly jumped onto and balance on, eye to eye with the man in the suit. He popped his right eye out, which now that it was, obviously crystal unlike the other, which had a pupil. He tossed it before the man, allowing it to bounce and catch it with his socket. He jumped down and leaned on his staff, then looked into the shadows.
	He cupped his hands around his mouth and pointed at the suited man. [color=808080]"It appears like dust with lots of musk! It snaps and snarls, but sounds like scrap and family pearls! Ain't that a drab?"[/color] He turns and grins cruelly at the man, hoping his insult worked.
	He quickly grabbed the broom from the other and swept the shards away with a flick, before tossing the broom behind him, watching it tumble.