"Well, I couldn't speak for a bit," Skulduggery remembered. "Or see. That was an inconvenience. I needed a little help for a while, and then I won myself a new skull in a game of poker, and there all of my problems ended."

Most of his problems. Most of the important problems. Alright, only some of his problems, but it was the principle of the thing.

"This," he went on with a tap of a finger on the skull he was wearing, "is my original skull. It was a gift from a friend."