You say, 'Hail, Azzar Habbib'
Azzar Habbib says, 'I'm not in any mood for conversation. My favorite hat was torn right from my head by a gigantic bat the other night and I am quite upset.'
You say, 'What hat?'
Azzar Habbib says, 'It is a marvelous cap sewn from the finest textiles and imbued with the divine power of our lord of fear, Cazic-Thule!'
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