Hrmph, some unicorn, that can't even sense four men hiding behind hedges. No wonder they're all gone!
"Well, Mr. Gick"... a bit overdone, but probably not so much at that point. (Get it? Point...? Ah, never mind.)
A... furry black wine? I don't even want to know.
Man, Schmendrick needs to not get drunk. He always makes an ass of himself. (I mean, not that that's THAT much different than usual... but in an even less nice way.)
Interesting that the town had seemed cursed by a witch until it actually was - when it became full of bounty. I guess yet another entry in the "things aren't always or even often what they seem on the surface" theme.
I'd complain about the obvious stupidity of not even enjoying your bounty for fifty (!) years, and letting it just pass you by because of the vague future. Except I'd probably be much the same, being a worrier by nature. But I at least wouldn't bitch to random passing strangers about it!
And I lose most of what little sympathy I had when they then turn around and say "oh no no, we don't want this curse that's making us miserable gone! I mean, hey, we might not then be miserable, but we wouldn't get even richer!" Grrrr. And we won't even talk about the whole hit-man thing.
And we leave the chapter with finally - finally! - getting a glimpse of the red bull, with more to come next chapter. Yay! Stuff is happening! And the chapter is also very meta at the same time, with talk of being in a fairy tale, and the "hero" stuff, so... a bit of something for everyone?