“From the cracked hills of Scorpion waste, to the towns of the Brass Monkey (the funky monkey), we without future of this world, descend swiftly upon the villages of docile man!

But destiny denied the chariots there glory, as we forgot our flu shots...and nearly half the team was bedridden and maiden cared!

the remainder did not hesitate to brave the fields of war and score! 6 vs 10! sounds like good odds!

Hail to Berserker Eric and Brutus, you thee two cas were made, keeping our fans satisfied! But woe to Foust to screws up pass after pass and a shutout game of shame!

DeMaio "Both the beer and women taste fine in this town! We shall return!"”