Fists bristling with new, tightly-rolled scrolls, Stitch carelessly skips from stone to stone around the ledge of the wizard’s tower.
He raises an eyebrow and declares,
“You know, I’m thinking that maybe I should leave the Fireballin’ to you fellas.
It’s not that I lack faith in my magical prowess...
I did after all just blow up a mountain.
But umm…if by some chance one of these scrolls WERE to misfire, you non-evasive types will probably be blown off this roof…and I’d feel pretty bad about that for a few minutes.
Do you think it would be a better idea for me to go play on the ground, in case any of these giants decide to come knocking?”