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[Latch noted that the griffin's mouth was suspiciously red and shiny. Bloody, in fact. "Sab?" Latch's voice ame out as a aqueak. "What have you done?"

The griffin stopped whistling and looked down. "Aaaaargh!" he screamed. "Help! MURDER! Where did that come from?" He looked sideways at Latch to see how this was going down. Latch glared at him.

"It's a put-up job!" wailed Sab. "I've been framed! I'm an innocent bystander! How could you believe that I could do such a thing?"

"Because you've got blood running down your chin," latch said grimly.

"Have I?" Sab patted his mouth. "Oh heck, so I have..."

"Well?" said Latch. "What happened?"

"He asked for it," said the griffin, folding his arms and trying to look mean.

"What? He actually said, 'Please, dear griffin, if you'r not doing anything too important, could you possibly bite my head off?'"]