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There's a Speak N' Spell in the bar.

It's just sitting there.

Play with it. It wants to spell right now!

"i WAnT tO sPeLL. RiGHt NoW!"

"Spell what?"

"l - O - C - k, S - h - O - c - K, n' B - a - R - R - e - L."

See the Trips. See the Trips in hysterics.
"THAT WAS THE COOLEST THING EVER HOW DID YOU DO THAT CAN YOU SAY OOGIEDITYBOOGIEDTITYGOOBEYDOODBEYDIGGLIBUTTMUFF."

"O-o-G-i-E-d-I-T-y-B-O-o-G-I-e-D-t-I-t-Y-g-O-o-B-e-Y-D-o-O-d-B-e-Y-D-I-g-G-L-i-b-U-t-T-M-u-F-F." The Speak N' Spell can spell anything.

And it softly mutters: "v-E-n-G-e-A-n-C-e."

"On who? Can we help? Want us to set anything on fire? NO MORE FIRE LOCK. YES MORE FIRE. EVERYTHING GETS BETTER WITH FIRE!"

"f-I-r-E," says the Speak N' Spell cryptically.

"SEE HE WANTS US TO SET FIRE TO SOMETHING!"
"But what?"
"DOES IT MATTER?!!?!?!"
"Yes."
"It shouldn't."

"tiRe iN thE FaCe V-E-N-g-E-A-n-c-E!!"

"TIRE?!?! DID YOU SAY TIRE??!!? CAN WE BLOW IT UP "

"N-o n-O!"

"TiRe wILl HiT yOU in THe FAcE!"

Demonic Speak N' Spells care not for family stuff.

"I WANT TO MAKE SOMETHING BURN." Lock, feeling really very pent-up at this point, suddenly catches fire.

"f-I-R-e F-I-r-e F-i-R-e fiRe FIrE fIREfiRefIRe!" chants the Speak N' Spell.

Shock, not liking that Lock is so very close to her, casts a small spell, conjuring a stream of water, which she points at Lock.
"NO FIRE. NOT YET."
She turns to the Speak and Spell.
"Hey you stupid thing. Can you spell GET OUT OF MY FACE BEFORE I POUR THIS WATER ON YOU? If you want our help with vengeance, you need to tell us who, what, where and when."

"WhAt HaPpENeD tO MArY? A tIRe HiT hER iN thE FACe!"

The Triplets, disregarding the rules of the Bar, advance on the thing with their ever present yet rarely seen trick or treat bag.
"Now hold still. This wont hurt us a bit if you don't move."

"I WAs In mY KiTchEn C-l-E-A-N-i-n-G A DIsH I hEArD iT So i CAmE oUt!"

The Triplets pounce. The Bag is over the Thing.
"THAT WILL TEACH YOU TO MESS WITH US."

The Speak N' Spell is now behind them.

"thAt WAsN'T VeRy NicE."

"WHAT THAT CAN'T HAPPEN. HOW DID YOU DO THAT? GET IN THE BAG YOU STUPID THING!!!"

They lunge. And lunge again. Pretty soon, they're going to have to bring out the slingshots.

"SoMeBoDY SHiT On ThE CoATs sOmEbOdY sHit On thE cOats c-O-A-t-S hOw DiD MArY dIE?"

Ok.....
The two boys, completely pissed off, ready their sling shots, complete with flaming pieces of coal.
The girl, on the other hand, tries a more gentle approach.
A water spout.

When they let up it's gone.

"yOu tHrEe aRe vEry Bad."

And there is is on a chair, resting against the back of the chair so that it can face them.

"We. want. to. help. you. We like getting revenge. But if you keep trying to annoy us, then, well, we won't help you. We'll just go away. In fact, do you want us to just go away?"

More quietly it says,