“Dragging his mutated body into the dugout as the final whistle blew, Hakk'on looked at the various groaning bodies laying about the place. Indeed there were more on the bench than were standing on the field. Marry Banilow was watching from the stands in chains and 'accompanied' by an armoured guard having got a daypass from the dungeon that was his new home ever since he was arrested for indecent exposure.

Bruce slowly hobbled over to Hakk'on, his arm in a sling and his leg in a cast. "Sorry, Coach, I wished I could have played."

Hakk'on mused over this "Indeed Bruce, indeed." Then he turned to rest of his groaning, bedridden teams and loudly announced "Guess I'll have to go to that new Babes, Babes, Elves club by myself."

10 pairs of feet jumped to attention instantly and bandages unwound as if by magic. Shouts of "I'm cured" and "halleujah" rang out in the dressing room.

To say Hakk'on was only a little angry would be like saying Boonie was only a little bit awesome.”