There he stood, proud and ugly, dancing like a madmen in front of his own endzone. His arm streched in the air, his yellow teeth shining in the sun.

Moments ago Notpushme scored the second touchdown against the Cookies, a halfling team known for their fierce fans. And fierce they were.

The "Casulteez" were ready to kick, but Notpushme didn't care, well, didn't notice would be the best way to explain it. Another small detail he didn't notice was the halfling fans rushing down the stadium and climbing over the fences, with boiling little eyes filled with hate.

The invasion was terrible, a sea of small, yet brave fans rushed in the stadium and overwhelmed the team. Noone of the "Casualteez" were left standing. One never stood up again.

Farewell Notpushme Intehcroowd, may your last words towards your opponents be written down here, and live on forever:

"Haheheeez! Lil' bastidz flingz! whoz yer dadeeeih!
whoooz yer daddeeeih! "