'That's my favourite little game too! Make them choose between losing a finger, or their loved one losing two. Then repeat'

'Oh, like that! Hang on, you're not only just in this world, are you? I have heard of you before, on another plane'

'You are? Do you know a Flint? Can you break him for me?'

'Any realm. There's usually one in each, through they go by different names. Usually Flint though. Tall, skinny guy, association with vermin, skulks in shadows, believes in delusions'

'What would you want me to do? Bring me your enemies, I can make them suffer for you'

'There are ways out of these boxes'

'Not ways I can take, but there are ways. I am limited by what I am'

'Yes. I cannot use the vents'

'You probably can. You do not have the same limitations as me. You could do anything, raise an army of rats, swing from treetops as a swashbuckling outlaw, lead an army under the banner of the serpent. Whereas, I must be what I am. And what I am cannot crawl through small spaces'

'I would be jealous. But I don't mind being Jim Cato. It comes with its perks. Where are you going?'