“"I wish to hear the report of the match against our weaker siblings, Ciuxyayix. You had best not disappoint."
"Ah, yes, sire. Our new play was tested, first of all."
"So, the Sacrificial Skink setup worked then?"
"Yes, sire. The infidels fell for it, and so did our fans!"
"Excellent. Tell me more."
"When the next kick came, our fans did flood the arena and - although no damage was wrought - we did hold the game for our own!"
"So tell me, if you 'held the game for your own', how is it that we drew a point a side? Hmm?"
"Well, uh, yes, there is that. HONK HONK"
"TAKE OFF THE CLOWN HORN."
"Y-yes, sire."
"Are you to tell me that the old ways have fallen upon you again? Show me your feet!"
"Y-y-yes, sire."
"...Just as I thought. This claw erosion is the mark of clown shoes! INFIDEL."
"Sire, I am sorry! It will never happen again!"
"It had BETTER NOT, or else I shall feed you to Ixuotl myself, in a finely crushed skink puree!"
"DUH-DUM-TCHEE"
"What was that?"
"...What was what sire? I was too busy grovelling at your feet to hear any side drums beat, or cymbals crash."
"...*sigh*. Go now, leave my sight. And take that drum-kit with you."
"Yes, sire."

[Conversation overheard in the Xephuotl Che boardroom.]]

""...an' there was lots of skinkses, an' lots of other skinkses, an' more skinkses, an' lots and more and lots of skinkses..."
"Yes, yes, Ixuotl. It was a riot."
"But there was lots of skinkses! An' lots of lots of skinkses! And more'n lots of ..."

[Ixuotlapacht, demonstrating his fine mental prowess and amazing powers of arithmetic.]”