Late the following morning an insistent knocking rouses McBeer from his sofa in the Brunchmuncher's office. knocking over his still packed suitcases, he clambers to the door flinging it open with a cry of "What the hell do you want bub." He is greeted by a well groomed human butler, whose gloved hand extends a monogrammed card.

"Excuse me for the intrusion, Mr. McBeer. I am Wellsley, a butler of the great house of... "

"Yeah yeah, can it buddy. Look, what do you want?"

"The master of the house was so impressed by the game yesterday that he insists you take his son for a position."

"Well, I'm sorry, but Blood Bowl is a dangerous sport. I don't think his lordship would want to risk his kid son's life."

"Well sir, naturally his lordship is willing provide monetary assistance to protect the young master." The butler held out a promisary note with rather more numbers on it than McBeer was used to receiving legitimately.

Dollar signs in his eyes, McBeer shook the nancy's hand and asked him to send the boy over. Only after he closed the door did he notice the card read, "Githump Gobsmasha The Lesser". Suddenly his hangover returned and he started groping for the aspirin bottle on his desk. "How many of these weirdos are there?"