[ don't rob him ok, he didn't get the treasure, he's straight broke!! ]

Oh, it's... it's a bit embarrassing, really. It involves a gentleman whom I consider something of a thorn in my side, an archaeologist by the name of Jackie Chan. You see, the demon had, as I mentioned, been hauling my body all across the world to free his demon brethren, and every time, along would come Chan immediately afterwards, sending them right back whence they came and sealing the portals behind them. Well, eventually it reached the point where there was only one portal left to be opened: that belonging to my demon himself.

[ Eesh. He really should have established the demon's name earlier in the conversation, because he does not like using the phrase "my demon", like he'd been a pet or something. Gross. But he soldiers on. ]

Having promised his siblings they could escape through it - another lie, of course - we headed to the last portal, only to find ourselves intercepted by Chan. And when he performed the banishment spell associated with sealing the portal, it was, apparently, strong enough to tear the demon straight from my body. Why he couldn't have done so months earlier, except that he enjoyed seeing me in torment, I couldn't tell you.

[ That was a bit of a spiel, wasn't it? He peers over to see Steinbeck's reaction. ]