far in the distance a low rumbling can be heard eminating from a culvert beneath the road......Dayo.....Day ay ay oh!...... and a few minutes later Metchosin, soggy, dripping with green slime, walks in with a quaich full of crayfish.

Mario, would it be possible to cook these up for the Troll?

Praise, I hear you have been making disparaging remarks about me character while I was gone. Weren't me girl, I spent the night in a culvert.

She heads for the padded room and starts beating her head against the wall. I Whump! Hate Whump! Revenue Whump! Canada Whump! Whump!