Valmont thanked whichever god was listening that he was as intelligent and well-bred as he was. If he hadn't thought to put a gas-mask into his costume, just under what looked like a simple cloth bandana, he might have had to deal with loosing his grip to an unbearable case of the giggles. Not a very dignified way to go.
But as he had the good sense to equip himself properly (another thank you was sent to which ever higher power might be out there for that intelligence), he was left still clinging to the roof of the car with one hand and tossing another volley of knives at that laughing lunatic. He was running out of knives. "Get back, Mongrel! These ladies are not your meal tonight!"
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