“In this, their third match in the peerless league of the Southern Wastes, the Dandies were shocked to find themselves paired with the unlikeliest of teams - Orcs with a sense of fashion!
It is undecided yet whether this sense is good, or hopelessly awry, but one thing was for certain - the Dandies had a hard time of it, trying to win whilst attempting to debate the merits of matching a red velvet suit with a snow-troll pelt cloak, or if 'radioactive lime-green' is a colour that should grace ANY item of fashionable apparel...
Sadly for the fans, Master Purves-Purves met his end in this game - struck down by the fist of an orc whilst expectorating lyrically on the merits of the 'feather-in-the-cap' as an eternal statement of the highest fashion.

Speaking on behalf of his good friend, and nursing a greivous injury himself, Lord Debenham:

3 points I will award to the Pimp named Slickback - striking down my good friend John Lewis (whom I loved as a brother) in the name of fashion, and forever showing the flaws in his pro-feather stance.
2 points - It is with some reservation that I give this to Sheik B. Ice; his tireless efforts to rend and tear the fabric of our dress has earned him no small amount of enmity today.
1 point is given freely to Notorious B.I.G. - his laughable attempts to join the game in any capacity still brings much mirth to gatherings at the coffee-house!

Thanks for the game Morg - I'll beat you yet, just watch! ”