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Malvolio watches the spectacle of the big bad thing with a raised eyebrow, a little fazed. He turns to his nearby foe, who, true to form, is still staring at the empty space left by the terrible apparition.
"Odd place. You drink here often?"
Tancred shakes himself out of whatever speculations he was speculating.
"Um, what? Don't look at me, I just came in for a pint."
The two arch-foes stand for a few moments, thinking.
"Did it seem to you," Malvolio goes on, "That that fellow being eaten looked a bit familiar?"
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