"He said, wobblin' his fingers 'round his head like a witch on Hallow's Eve," replied New to Old, adding a little jig to punctuate the remark.
"Stop that, you gutless twit, i'm trying to tell you somethin' here."
"You've got to leave, there's nothing for you here. Nothing good, at least," Old said sternly.
"You don't know what you're talking about Old one." Clearly New was not to be swayed.
"You don't know what you're headin' towards, youngling. You've got to turn back."
"Stuff it Old one, I don't need to listen to your decrepit wisdom. Maybe you should be listening to me?"
And that's when i shot him.