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I'm getting increasingly attached to a silly character concept I came up with off the cuff: a demon (or devil or what have you) bound into service by a poorly-worded contract. Known by such quotes as: "I offered that bastard two wishes. They used the first wish to get a damn good lawyer." "Call me what you will. My contract does not require me to divulge my true name. And if you ask for it, I WILL slap you. Mister Smithson calls me Mendy." "I'm supposed to be on vacation right now, you know? If we lived in a just cosmos, I wouldn't be here; I'd be reclining by blackspit lake, sipping a nice hot glass of rotmeth, listening to the soothing sound of a freshly-peeled lemure." "Oh, well excuse me for forgetting you're a pansy who needs a special tool to grab metal that's a bit too red."