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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!

"It's called 'Daisy, Daisy.' Can you spell that?" She says, and hums again.

Will spelling "Daisy, Daisy" melt the Speak N' Spell? Probably not. But it will give Nita immense satisfaction.

"d-A-I-S-y, D-a-i-S-y!"

"i Don'T lIkE iT whEn yOu plAY StUpiD s-T-U-p-I-D hUMan GaMEs, NiTa."

"Well that's too bad, isn't it, Speak N' Spell?"

She pauses. "Wow. I'm being antagonized by a toy. This is sad."

"s-A-D." It's like a demonic version of Echo.

"Aaaack."

She reaches over and tentatively types something in, then sits back with another evil grin. "Say that."

"s-U-c-k M-y B-A-c-K! sUck mY bAck SucK mY baCK!"

"Wow. You're not censored?"

"i aM spEAk N' SpELl s-P-E-l-L."

"Yeah. You're a children's toy. Shouldn't you be unable to say some things?"

"sOmE tHiNgS."

"Such as?. . ."

"V-E-n-G-e-A-n-C-E!"

"Ow!" The toy's speakers are not designed to take that volume. She winces at the feedback. "Jesus!"

And that plan for breaking the toy's brain backfired. Hmm. . .

She glances at the Speak N' Spell as she considers her next move.

"j-E-s-U-s c-h-R-i-S-t, NiTa."

Nita wonders about making it spell things in the Speech again. She's also wondering how durable that plastic case is. The tinny voice is rapidly eating away her sanity.

"n-i-T-A n-I-T-a N-i-T-A N-I-t-a N-i-T-A nITa NitA nITa!"

"Ack! Do you want me to push you off the Bar?" She leans back and looks at the distance from Bar to floor. "How do you spell 'totally broken'?"

"t-o-T-A-L-l-Y B-r-O-k-E-n NiTa NiTA niTA nITa NitA!"

Hmm, maybe I did break it. Or maybe it is trying to break me. . .

She reaches out and starts pushing it, ever so gently, towards the edge of the Bar.

"N-i-T-A NiTA NiTA niTA nITA!" Is it panicking? Hard to say.

She winces a little at the volume and stops pushing. Wizards aren't allowed to hurt anything, even evil sentient playthings. Threatening, on the other hand. . .

"Would you prefer to continue eating my sanity and end up in lots of little plastic bits on the floor, or leave me alone and stay intact?"

"y-E-s YeS."

"That is not an answer. . ." She pushes a little again.

"y-E-S YEs y-E-s YeS!" repeats the Speak N' Spell.

If it's going to be vague, she's going to interpret it however the heck she pleases. "Yes. Eat my sanity and become little plastic pieces."

The Speak N' Spell is mere inches from the edge.