“Joe:
Well, we're all waiting with baited breath for news of the elf captain, Grimjaw. I don't like his chances though - that tackle had a crunch. Ah, here is Oropher, the Goblinkiller's rookie.
Oropher:
Rookie! I've played more games than anyone else in the team! And I still get or the crap jobs!
Joe:
Sorry. Any news of Grimjaw?
Oropher:
Grimjaw! It's always Grimjaw! Grimjaw, Grimjaw, Grimjaw!
Joe:
Ummm . . . You played a good game too. But Grimjaw?
Oropher:
He didn't make it. Looks like I'll have to take the captaincy now.
Ehto (entering):
I'm afraid Grimjaw hasn't made it. Our physician, with all of his skill, seems to refuse to help a player more than once in a game.
Doc Viney:
Damn straight! He had a ticket to safety on the side! If he wants to be a hero when all those hairy twits are running around, he can bloody well die!
Joe:
Well there you have it. The Goblinkillers slaughter chaos, but chaos slaughter their star. Now the team is captainless.
Ehto:
Oh no; we just elected Ironface Foecrusher.
Oropher:
Foecrusher! He just bloody got here! He hasn't even unpacked yet! This place is rigged!
Barkfoot:
Dey iz always doin' dis mon. Wheneva I takes me a rest, dey is killin' da captain. I iz gonna eat you too, cha-os. I iz gonna paint my branches wid your stinkin' blood!
Joe:
And on that final note from Barkfoot, it's Joe, live from the arena, signing off.

(P.S. That weird Wardancer dodge in turn 4 was a mis-click)”