“Count Olaf scowled, and put one muddy finger on the trigger of the harpoon gun. “If that’s Kit Snicket or some bratty orphan,” he said, “I’ll harpoon her right where she stands. No ridiculous volunteer is going to take my island away from me!” “You don’t want to waste your last harpoon,” Violet said, thinking quickly. “Who knows where you’ll find another one?” “That’s true,” Olaf admitted. “You’re becoming an excellent henchwoman.” “Poppycock,” growled Sunny, baring her teeth at the count.”