Teri McLaren
Puffer opened his puckered mouth and began, the relish in his voice all but garbling his words. "Not since you took me in your greatest battle, Overking, have I been so honored to tell you that, though they are not sent by Riolla, indeed, these three are come to work you the gravest of harm-"
"I wanted to tell him about the gravest of harm part! Overking, upon my sworn oath to destroy you, I say they will bring down your kingdom, and there will be nothing left of it but white dust," Rasper broke in. The other heads began to cheer wildly.
"Order! O-O-Order! The Right Honorable Rasper will refrain from interrupting. The speaker recognizes Clutch," bellowed Puffer.
Clutch snorted and giggled, savoring his response. "By the spear you put through my eye, the tall one is the nemesis of Chelydrus himself, the one you fear above all, and he will break your staff and let the short one take your magic!"
"Ooo-me next, Puffer," said a shrill female voice, somewhere from the left side of the cabinet.
"Proceed, Sawsa," said Puffer,
"Ooo-by the fang of the adder you sent to bite me, the girl will laugh at you."
"And why is that, you simpering whinny?" Rotapan raged at the head, shaking his staff in her face.
"Because they have all escaped!" Sawsa gleefully shrieked, and the other heads began to trill and gibber with abandon, Puffer calling for order every second or two, only adding to the uproar.
Whirling to face Cheyne, Claria, and Og, Rotapan opened his eyes. True to the prophecy, they were nowhere to be seen, having slipped away as easily as the snakes slithered into the cracks of the temple walls. He banged his staff and slammed the heavy wooden door shut on the council's hilarity, catching Glom's left ear in the hinge. A hideous muffled wail arose from the cabinet. Rotapan rapped the staff sharply on the door and the wail ceased, but the exertion brought on one of