<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#800080">His lips split into the widest grin yet.  "Ah, waiter.  I was thinking you had forgotten about our table completely.  I will take your specialty platter with a '82 Chianti and a side of fava beans."  He snorted loudly and stared at the man who had so graciously agreed to take him in.  Who ever would know what sorts of troubles the Gleeman would have caused if this good Samaritan hadn't intervened and offered up his facility.  Swiveling his head left and right he seemed almost disappointed.  "You know.  For all the government funding you have you would have thought that you could at least afford for decent shackles.  Half the ones I've seen look just about ready to fall apart from the rust."  HIs expression never altered, never faltered.  He was enjoying the joke, no doubt about it, the main question was, why was all this so very funny.</span>