To a resourceful enemy that evidently knows more about running and hiding than I gave you credit for. As such, I have purchased a little friend to keep you company on these lonely nights you spend in alleyways.
Assuming you have forgotten the purpose of a mackled malaclaw from Care of Magical Creatures, I have decided to remind you of their wonderful properties. If that little lobster just bit you, your luck has changed from bad to shite. You, my friend, are now unlucky for the next week. I hope to see you soon if for nothing else than to curse you from here to the next eternity.