“A'salaam alikum, keefa'hallak habeeti

We today welcomed fellow bearded men who called themselves "Butchrangers" to our Majlis and we offered them the last remnants of our camel meat and a shisha before we shared tales of our respective travels.

We found the man called Captain Thunderbolt to be most jovial and he told us many tales that cannot be retold here, al'humdil'allah, but he enjoyed the shisha even though he added so much of his own special herbs he fell down asleep.

But soon, as the noor rose and broke the sabah, we made our way to our sandy field to engage in a match of Blood Bowl. The Butchrangers were very well supported with medical staff but we assured them that no lasting damage would be done to them by our boots.

The game commenced, we received and drove hard down the flank but Captain Thunderbolt saved the day with a diving stop and Hazem bin Khalifa was brought down in a stunning tackle.

The half ended at 0-0, a'masha'allah, and we Bedouin now needed to defend.

A perfect defence and we lined up against the humans perfectly, but a feint on our right side saw the ball switched left and the Butchrangers stretched our short legs al'humdila'allah.

But we countered and forced Captain Thunderbolt into the crowd where he smoked some more of his "special" shisha on the sidelines. The ball was scooped up by young Hamdan bin Nassir who raced in to score.

With the clock counting down, the humans lined up to receive the ball and in the final block of the game, Faoud bin Basir ran at the good Captain and jumped on him.

As the dust settled, Faoud bin Basir got up and went to shake the Captain's hand, but alas al'humdil'allah, the good Captain was dead.

We immediately smoked the remaing special shisha and toasted his good life and funny jokes.

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