“"Get me a paper bag. NOW!"

Hakk'on was hyperventilaing. They had somehow won. Without even bribing or posioning ANYONE! He glanced over to the sombre faces of the opposition, they didn't throw the game as they could see Orgrash the Bookie 'collecting' their bets. ('Collecting' is an ogre term for picking people up by the legs and shaking them vigourously, often used in debt collection but equally often for fun.)

The team had played well, that was the only conclusion. MC Skinflayer had hypnotised with mad rhymes and ran to the goal line while Marry Banilow was showing Banana Bill exactly how to throw straight, Then Bruce had taken up a loose ball and ran for a second touchdown as his brother stood on the opposing blitzers hand. Tenda'hart hated rough play but he was fairly certain that Boris didn't know he was hurting the poor Wood Elf even when he spun on his heel to locate the screams.

The fact that Redshirt ruffled the wardancers mohawk on the line of scrimmage and the fop spent the whole game in the rooms doing his hair probably wasn't that much of an advantage.”