Not sure who makes a better entrance: Humpty or the sheep.

If you have trouble reading the text, here it is:
Yep. That Red Cap is smart, but what he didn’t know is that I’m not just an undead egg man who can change size. I’m an undead egg man who can change his size AND — for a short time — what I’m made of.

I don’t actually like to do it because it’s more painful than being made of my usual shelly self. But this time it’d be a ton better than being splattered everywhere, out of action until I reformed an hour later. Jack’d be outta time by then, so I sucked it up — as usual — and turned myself to rubber. I thought that’d be the best thing, because I wouldn’t crack up and, hey, nothing’s wrong with bouncing!

Er… Except I ain’t ball-shaped.

Ever try to bounce a rubber egg? It’s like trying to bounce a rubber football. Depending on how it lands, it can bounce ANY direction.

Wouldn’t’cha know? I bounced the exact opposite way I needed to go and straight into some poor lady’s third story window! She ran out screamin’. At least I only bounced once before switching back.

As I was picking bits of me outta the rubble, there was a green flash of light in front of me and the sheep just appeared outta nowhere! Wondered where the bah-bah wandered off to. She spoke this time, instead of words appearing on her wool.

“A pound of weakness and no more
Will it take to complete your chore
No blood, no flesh, no bone, no soul
Will it take to blast this troll.”

Now, I’m not the smartest cookie in the jar but I took that to mean we needed Jack’s fire to defeat the troll. Again, not afraid to admit me and riddles don’t exactly mesh so I put my hands on my hips and glared at the sheep.

“How the heck do ya measure a pound of fire??”

And that sheep just looked up at me and blinked. Like, she blinked and was gone.

Darn magical teleports.

“That was no kinda answer!” I yelled at nobody.

Oh well. Time to find the others and get back into the fight.