(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

Jumble rolled his eyes. He turned to me, smirked, then bit his thumb.
"Are you mute? Is that why you won't answer me?"
Jumble cocked his head and gave me a stupid grin. Slowly, he shrugged...
then shut his eyes and stuck his tongue out at me.
"Fine. But I'd like you to remove Reekwind's curse."
Jumble pretended not to hear me, instead belching loudly and resuming his
belly drumming, his eyes wandering around the Festhall.
The frustration steadily crept into my voice, "Is there anything I could do so
that you'd remove Reekwind's curse?"
Jumble wouldn't look at me, but shook his head.
That's it. "Remove Reekwind's curse, Jumble, before I'm forced to hurt you."
Jumble raised one eyebrow and took a step back. He opened his mouth
abruptly, and - though his lips or throat didn't move to shape any words or
sound - a torrent of incomprehensible babbling began to pour forth.
"What the...?"
Jumble shut his mouth, and the babbling ceased... he peered at me through
narrowed eyes, a self-satisfied smile on his pudgy face. Suddenly, I
hiccupped.
And hiccupped. And hiccupped. And hiccupped again.
Jumble Murdersense merely turned his head and waved me away.
"Uh oh... looks like you just got a curse thrown down on you, chief..."
Annah stepped back, drawing a circle over her heart.
"What -hic- have you done to me, Jumble?" I clutched my throat.
Jumble ignored me entirely.
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