Jamfoogle's momentary attention on the dwarf had dried up, she hadn't really replied to his words, and he figured he might as well go look for someone that wasn't a mute. Just then however, the lovely violin play that some gaunt fellow had engaged himself in was rudely interrupted by an orc, or perhaps a half-orc. Jamfoogle had trouble telling the difference sometimes. whatever he was looking at though, it seemed like a situation apt to erupt into violence any moment now.<br/><br/>Perhaps a good spot of humor might disarm the situation. Jamfoogle appraised the situation for a small moment. The guant man hadn't shown enough personality to decide on what was appropriate, and the Loudmouthed half-orc likely wouldn't take kindly to any jokes directed at himself. So he decided to make fun of the general situation. He stepped forward from the table he ahd been sitting at and cleared his throat.<br/><br/>"My, do you really plan to insert that instrument into him?It seems like a waste. The thing looks kind of valuable." He left a momentary beat to let his words sink in. "Of course, even if you did go through with that plan, I'm not sure it'll even fit. He looks kind of slim for that if you ask me." He took care not to laugh at his own jokes. After all, was a joke really funny if the first man laughing was the one who told it?