“"Isss all going to plan, young Ssssskink?"
"Yessss, sssire. The sssseedssss of the Clown College have been planted in thissss team."
"You have done well, Repressssentative. You may kissss the feet of innnnncredible humour."
"Thank you sssssire."
"..."
"..."
"And what of firsssst match? We won, did we not?"
"Yesss, sire."
"And?"
"Annnnd, ssssire?"
"...Yessss, annnnd?"
"Ohhh. Annnnd. Well, we played to our besssst, usinnnng all the rulesss taught usss in the College. And it sssseeemsssss that our trainnnnning hassss payed off."
"Did the dagger of poissssonnnnn help?"
"Oh, yessss, ssssire. Yessss innnnndeed."
"Excccccccccccccellent. You may go, we will talk later. Yessss, later..."
"Thank you, ssssssire. For the Clown College and Falling With Sssstyle!"
"Yessss. Falling with Ssssstyle indeed."

[[Conversation overheard in the Sacrificial Tendencies board room.]]

"They sssent me off!"
"Yes, High Priesssst. Unfortunnnnate, nnno?"
"But I ssshowed him. Yessss, I sssshowed him all right."
"You didnnnn't...?"
"Ohhh, I diiiid."
"You POISSSONNNNED the referee?"
"Oh, yessss, hahahah. No no no, I meannnt that I acquired thissss ssssnare drum. Sssseee? *BA-DUM-CHEE*"
"Wonnnnderful, ssssire."

[[The High Priest indulges in the simple pleassssure...er, pleasures, of Bloodbowl.]]”