“Match report game 2

Silviackk's Human 'raiders from the dark moon' came to raid the box and met with some feirce resistance from your green potty mouth heroes.

Obviously scared, the opposition coach won the toss and chose to kick, playing very cautiously and standing off. Was he hoping for a quick score and weapon bans? He need not have worried - Kryten left his glasses at home and Fawcett Inn Stout hacked off the toes on his right foot when starting the saw.

Frumpy Rumpy managed to convince a catcher to STAY DOWN with her giant fists and smooth pillow talk.
During the stall, President Merkin Muffley was being repeatedly gang fouled, but managed to get to his feet with the help of Butt Cheek Sandwich and put the hurt on a fancy boy blitzer, who got the magic sponge from a desperate coach.

Despite Seymour Butts getting his ass handed to him, and everyone with a weapon except the injured Fawcett getting banned, Barry McCockinner was able to walk it in for the Swear's very first touchdown!!

The second half saw more of the same cautious (scared) play from the Humans, and although the trolls lost interest, the couragous young greenskins managed to hold the line - but then disaster struck.
Poopy Swoop should not really have been marking a Blitzer, but his coach needed him... the poor lad didn't even see the mailed fist until it was lodged in his brain. RIP the little guy who never got to prove he was the Michael Jordan of his generation...

Suddenly the trolls woke up, and the ball carrier seemed to be lacking any protection. Once the ball was on the floor, it was a bloody mess of a scrummage until the ref blew his whistle, and we looked up at the scoreboard in shock.... VICTORY!! BUT AT WHAT COST?!!?”