“Ol' Zoddy sits down beneath Kondor at the aftergame party in the BB-Lounge. He is dressed in some egyptian-styled robe, that doesn't really suite his green skin. today he speaks with a dusty and deep tone:
"Kondor, lad, you know..." he lights a cigarette "it's all about the money, you know." he exales the smoke into the face of some dwarf nearby stander "as long as i get enough money out of these games, i don't need no nuffle." some people watch him closely as he says these blasphemous things "people somewhat expect a game like this from the brand-conscious brats, more cas than the opponent team, less touchdowns. i wanna keep things like this. people turn their backs at new things, after they are done with the excitement. and then they return to the classics." he inhales deeply the rest of the cigarette while playing with his golden rings "the classics, yes. they are with the money..."”