Duke Talon - The city harbinger is dead, jester. You're in luck,
if not the laughing stocks. Take this horn I give you from
the crown of my unicorn and blow loud and hard ahead of me,
that I have a new law to pronounce on the townsfolk of
Hashdice.
Jester - I'll wear it like a dunce, so I won't forget where I
last put it.
Duke Talon - You'll wear the horncorn as a stalking horse,
but not yet, as a scapegoat.
Jester - Lord, I thank you for this opportunity to better my
lot in life, if not curfew.