He watched undead Ithi'ka slink away from him and shuddered.<br/><br/>"I just realized that I dislike undead Ithi'ka much more than I do alive Ithi'ka.  Who would've thunk?"<br/><br/>Garrett cradled the schema in both hands.  He fell to his knees, set the schema gently unto the floor, then pensively appreciated the item.  He waved his hands over it in a hocus pocus sort of way, gesticulating mystically, verging on ridiculously.  He whispered, too, but he was speaking in a different language.  Not a real language, mind you.  If someone had asked him what language he was speaking, Garrett would have said, "no, I'm not speaking a language-- I'm just trying to coddle the schema."  Coddling meant bullshitting suggestively.<br/><br/>((Garrett rolls Use Magic Device 33 to create a dinosaur in the same likeness and same space.))<br/><br/>It would be hard to tell if he created the dinosaur, since his illusion was taking the same spot as that of the real dinosaur.<br/><br/>"One of you troglodytes are going to have to feed me grapes while the other's fanning me with a palm," he muttered.   "What, with all the stupid shit I have to put up with."