Entreri gritted his teeth. That dwarf should die! Athrogate took no notice of the assassin's annoyance at his rhymes. Suddenly, a brilliant idea popped into Entreri's head. He walked faster, caught up to Jarlaxle, and whispered to him for a moment. Jarlaxle laughed. After a few steps, Entreri spoke, "When he's at home alone, is Athrogate, and by himself he likes to…" Jarlaxle finished the rhyme, "Masticate!" The dwarf stopped and looked at them, then turned red, and growled, "No, I don't!!" The two continued walking. As they passed the irate dwarf, Jarlaxle turned. "What, you don't chew your food?"