Well, th'day jes' keeps gettin' more'n more int'restin', don't't? First th'whole skin thin', then th'blonde girl an'er snake girlfriend, an'en a talkin' sea serpent comes up an'eats somebody in front ovvus. An'en starts a riddlin' contest. Me, I ain't a fan'a games, I don't know th'lady who got eaten from bloody Adam, an'm pretty sure I c'n outswim'is fucker, so I stay quiet 'n let others play'is bloody contest. But'en't turns t'me, "You've given me no riddle. But seals are often dull riddlers. I shall give you a riddle instead, and if you solve it you may have your friend back. If not I may eat you all, for riddling makes me hungry." Oh, well, great. Still think I c'n likely outswim'im...but 'ere's th'blonde girl, an' th'snake-witch (an' how'd I know'at?). I got some c'nnection t'em, an'm a li'l reluctant t'watch'em get eaten 'fore I find out what't is. So. "He who buys me cuts my tail, takes off my suit of silk, and weeps beside me when I am dead."

I think. Riddles ain't m'thing. But I consider...an' somewhere'er's a mem'ry a'diggin'n th'woods, bringin' a sack'a plants home....sittin' by'a table'n choppin' (hand goes t'm'thigh, lookin' ferra knife't ain't there)...cursin' cuz th'damned thin's 're makin' m'eyes sting'n water...

"An onion." I says, an'I think'm right. Bloody hope I am, anyway...an'I loosen th'skin 'round m'waist jes'n case I ain't.