Toothbasher is famed most for his massive tauntrums, usually bellowing and screaming on the field for ages without end. He also once bellowed even after the match had ended, noticing this only when the sun had set.

His vocabulary for bellows and swearing is also impressive, shocking even the expirienced announcers.

Other then that, he is loud on his free time, enjoying shouting, gobbo bowling (with his head) and shouting.



Personal diary, translated and re-written after becoming a coach:


Now I get to yell all the time! Maybe getting off the pitch wasn't such a bad idea... I can still get a punch in at the celebrations and when the ref isn't watching, even...

Note to self: Remember to buy knuckledusters and breathmints, whatever those are... Too many complaints.

Must remember to learn to count to more then 3 kills.

*blotch*

Note: Baked halfling pie causes gas. Eat raw.

Dear diary: You are the only one who remembers what I say. You always tell me what I said then and now. Thanks for being such a good friend.

Big match coming up. Practice shouting extra hard.

GRAAARGH! How do you like my shout, Diary? Well...?

Maybe I could start my own team, who shouts the opponents down...

No more Bugmans at celebrations. Beastmen too horny around me... Getting too many horn-marks on my butt. Just rum from now on.

I need to get rid of the head coach to start my own shouting team.
I wonder wich shout works the best...