"So," said the knight, turning to his squire, "what would you think a suitable gift for such a repulsive creature."

 (Overhearing the discussion:) "PUZZLES!," replied the large, grotesque worm, spittle projecting both at the 'p' and 'zz'. The worm wiped its mouth on the decaying tree stump, then glanced back at the bridge under its attendance.

"I like puzzles."