"So anyway, I called you over here because in return for his freedom he is going to tell us where his hidden pot of gold is! Folklore states that if someone catches a leprechaun, then it has to tell you where it hid its gold."
"I'm a 'he', thank you very much," the leprechaun complained.
"You mean there really is such a thing as a leprechaun's pot of gold?" Jim asked.
"Well, obviously leprechauns exist. So why not their gold?"
Jim and Rick turned towards the small captive man.
"Hmph," the leprechaun uttered, crossing his arms. "Fine. I'll tell you where my gold is, but you have to let me out of this fucking cage when I do. You promised!"
"Okay, okay," Rick said. "Just tell us where it is."
"My pot of gold is ..." the leprechaun began to tell them.
