When Lucille gave birth to Titen Garotte of the Tyemdown Torturers she knew instantly, even in her weakened state, that her son had adopted her husband's homicidal tendencies. Before the umbilical cord could be cut, Lucille had already taken her last gasping breaths. The maternity ward in which Lucille had been a resident for the past painful week, jumped into action. They were used to loosing patients and knew exactly what to do.

Twenty-four years later it was not an easy task for Coach Nigglefish's cronies to piece together the bones of Lucille Garotte from the ashen heaps on the boiler-room floor of Naggaroth General, but finally they had all the major bits assembled. If Lucille still had a shoulder blade there would be a chip the size of a football on it. Lucille is back and she wants revenge.