What wasdat, sir? What wazzat sir? What wassat, sir?”
“Wayne, what are you babbling about?” Waxillium asked.
“Practicing my pretzel guy,” Wayne said. “He had a great accent...”
Waxillium glanced at him. "That hat looks ridiculous.”
“Fortunately, I can change hats,” Wayne said in the pretzel-guy accent, “while you, sir, are stuck with that face.
