"Oh golly gee mister! I can't believe you gave me this ancient, incredibly powerful staff that was once wielded by Merlin himself!" Harry cheered, staring in awe at the gnarled, yet imposing branch of alder and birch, a spinning cerulean gemstone floating absently above twisted roots at the peak of the weapon.
"Ain't shit Harry, don't you worry yourself," Skullfuck replied, calmly puffing away on a finely rolled bit of Longbottom leaf. "It's the least I can do. I mean, you did say 'please' and 'thank you' earlier. That's never happened in the history of Goblin-kind."
"Shame that," Harry replied.