[Salone]

"Some birds can be a bit barmy, aye. What do I want with the Grail eh? That's...a good question."

What did an old tosser like him want with the Grail? He had spent all this time wondering if the thing was even real, he had never even thought that far ahead. He had always been wrapped up in his work, he had never given himself time for a wife. There had been girls, yes, but never one to bring home. No time for a family. He had grown old now, old and alone with his thoughts. He pondered for a moment as he chewed at his candy bar.

"I think" he said, "I would wish for a lot of Curly Wurlys. Not as a serious wish mind you. I just don't know what to want for in this world. Who knows how it grants wishes? You wish for peace, peace can be achieved by wiping out all life. Ask to remove all the bad from the world and people can become soulless vegetables. I don't really know how a magic cup tackles conceptual wish granting, but until I know I plan to keep my wishing very materialistic. I'm not much of a greedy man mind you, I just haven't the foggiest. Ah well, I suppose there's time, right?"