Crazy Uncle Jasper

"What conceivable reason compelled you to invent an exploding toaster?"
"Look, sometimes a man needs to ward off an angry mob, and sometimes a man just wants some toast. I don't have enough room in this sack to carry around both."
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"Welcome to the Gristlewood Inn. How will you be paying this evening?"
"Do you accept jam as currency?"
"No, we do not."
"What if it's really good jam?"
"No. What else do you have?"
"Let me take a look in my bag... bits of string, self-filling salt shakers... oh! I'll trade you this kitten!"
"Your trade is... acceptable."
"Children! Glorious news! I found a way to get rid of the cat!"
Pandora
"What's your name, dear?"
"Pandora."
"That's an unusual name for a girl. Doesn't it come from Greek mythology?"
"I don't know. My name used to be Ruth, but mommy changed it to Pandora when I was five, because she said I was always getting myself into trouble... I don't like mommy very much."
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"Boys are stupid. I hate boys."
"Well, you think that right now, but that will change when you get older."
"Why? Do they get any less stupid?"
"No, but you'll start to notice it less."
Simon
"Gah! Monsters!"
"Quick! Hit them with the sword!"
"Okay... oh no! The sword broke! Now what do I do?"
"I don't know. In most of the books I read, hitting something with a sword is usually enough to solve any problem."
The Kestrel

"Hi! I'm Pandora. What's your name?"
"He won't answer you. Kestrels don't speak if they can avoid it."
"Why not? Are they shy?"
"No. The Kestrels speak in a language of musical wishes. Anything they sing about comes true, so they have to be very careful about what they say."
"Oh. Why can't they just talk normally, in our language?"
"Why would they want to?"
The Growlies

"Fear not, children! For in my bag, I possess an object which fills the Growlies with utter terror... a bar of soap!"
"Soap? We're supposed to be afraid of soap? Are you trying to tell us that we smell?"
"Foolish old man, we are not afraid of soap."
"No... it just offends our delicate sensibilities."
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"Hi! We have come to eat your brains!"
"Aw, the three of you are the cutest trick or treaters ever!"
"Silence, tasty human! We are not cute. We are scary! Watch me be scary! Rar rar rar! Give us your brains!"
The Torment Spider

"Hush, child."
"But-"
"Let's put it this way: if you were an extremely violent and generally unpleasant monster named the Torment Spider, wouldn't it be in everyone's best interest not to point out to you that spiders are supposed to have six legs?"
Sir Moses Weatherby

Hydra

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