Far away, the menial servant Huwgee came to with a start. Here were desperate deeds being performed, and the obligatory stooge underling was absent. High time to join the fray, he thought.

A belated thought occurred to him. What on MiddleMax was the quest all about in the first place ? Oh yes, that there G-chord. From his pack, he drew forth his trusty weapon, the mighty Yammerhammer, and placing his stubby fingers upon the well-worn frets in the alternate G-fingering which had been a skill passed down by generations, well all right, by his dad, nobody knew where the old fraud learned it in the first place, and passed his other hand rippling across the strings.

Gathering up his belongings to enter the fray, the worthy Huwgee placed one finger in his ear and began to sing, as the worthy folk of the village prepared to flee, or to throw in desperation anything close at hand ....