[The best. Molly pretty much expects his bullshit to be played into, whether from the mindset of a mark or from someone polite enough to not just be humoring him with clear condescension.

He runs the length of a sharp fingernail from pointed ear to pointed ear and makes an exaggerated hissing sound. It is exactly what one things.] You just have to imagine it with a six foot tall greatsword.

[He tilts his chair back, allowing the image of Battle Angel Yasha slitting throats with the Judge to clarify in the mind of his audience before he moves on.] Then there's Jester. You have never seen a woman of faith so fast to cause chaos. [It helps that her faith is chaos, but that's not something he has any insight on. The Traveler is beyond him.] And you haven't lived until you've watched someone fuck someone up with a giant lollipop. As soon as she wakes up, make the request. She'll happily oblige you. Just look for a blue version of my race in a pretty dress asking people if they've accepted the Traveler. You can't miss her.