[ Surprisingly, Bradley listens to his tale. He leans away from him as he speaks, and when he's done, he scoffs, as if he had just heard the most ridiculous thing. Secretly, though, he's glad his curiosity was sated - and even more so when he's called scary and cool. ]

Hah? So you're cursed by a stupid monster? Not even a cool one? ...How dumb are ya?

[ This reminds him of someone that comes from back home, too. Not the curseworker that could heal him, no. A weirder one that's staying here, actually. ]

Y'know, I know a guy with an eyeball fetish. He could probably rip this thing outta ya in no time. I'd rather puke than seek him out myself, but if you ever run into him, just call him names or something. He's easy to provoke. Be careful he doesn't kill ya, though.

[ He leans in again, reaching for the sticks this time. ] So what the hell is this?

[ Yes, he already forgot about the "one or the other" thing. ]