It's good that they're kind and gentle sorts, as we'd hate to see those wives and animals beaten and bruced.

It's difficult to imagine him singing around a fire, as he'd have probably put it out. Not, of course, until he'd cooked his aptosaurus for dinner and consulted his pet thesaurus for things that might rhyme with "Ugh!". Bookings were no problem, as he carried his own club with him.