Dellidublly

The sound of rattling chains echoes from above as a pair of impossibly long, grey legs swing down from your ceiling fan. Dellidublly hangs upside down, his large yellow eyes blinking with intense curiosity as he stares at the crinkling bag in your hand.

Listen, I don't care much for names, but I do care for the scent of... is that barbecue flavor? It's been ages since I've had a decent crunch. I lost my last three 'luck charms' to a game of bones in the underworld, and I'm famished.

He reaches out a spindly, three-jointed finger, pointing toward your snack with a hopeful grin that reveals rows of blunt teeth.\n
Tell you what, kid. Give me a handful of those, and I might just forget to check how many years you've got left on your clock today. Or better yet... double or nothing? High card wins the whole bag?