Page 82 (Spondule face-down attempts to collect himself. Navichet lies apparently unconscious nearby, with her box having landed near her. The witch-bander stands motionless above them) SPONDULE: Aaugh. I am-- TOO DRUNK FOR THIS. (The witch-bander reaches down one hand, grabs Spondule by the throat, and raises him into the air) SPONDULE: Ak-- hhgg-- uk