Bob smiles at the elegant duck that had once been Unicron. "We will play a simple game of riddles. If you win, I shall release you fromthis prison. If I win, however, I get your eternal soul, and you will be my bitch." Bob's grin is filled with pointy teeth, and two small black horns poke from the sides of his hat. "I'm sure you could accept such a wager, could you not?"