Mad Jasper Glick, still on top of the table and staring at his new features in horror, shot a glare down to the left end of the table. "I ain't no wee lassie, you right scallywag!" he yelled to Thomas Silverbeard. His voice was still booming, echoing across the fairly empty Great Hall. Mad Jasper Glick barely heard a sound, though.

"...but you is, you right scoundrel!" Then he laughed in a manner that would leave others to believe he was barking mad, just as his name suggested. He pointed to Thomas's features and threw his head back in laughter.

"Me Jack o' Cups!" he suddenly said, staring down at the right end of the table in horror. "I ain't no lass! I ain't! I'm yer Master Gunner! It's me, Glick!" Then he pointed down toward the opposite end of the table. He tried to lower his voice but his version of lowering was what most people would consider a thundering roar. "The scoundrels, they after the treasure, me Jack o' Cups!"