<i>The Magician tottered out of his tent, trailing a cloud of fumes you could probably set on fire if you set your mind to it and had enough matches.<i>
Oh, my head. My poor head. I should never, never try to beat a schoolteacher in a drinking contest, it's those prim ones, get you every time, you'd think I'd learn. BSmith, you're a better man than me. Hah!
<i>Looking around, he spies the Acrobat lolling around nearby.</i>
You look like a man who knows the way to the latrine. Show me, kid. After I take a pee, we can discuss the matter of respectin' your elders.
(classical_hero, for seeming to be too sure that ATPG is barking up the wrong tree)