troll medical team
Oh armok that is the best mental image ever.
'Oh hey you trolls, your the medical staff, do something about all these ingered golbins, they keep walking straihg into obvoius traps'
'Problem, Goblin Leader?'
'I just told you what the problem is. Why arn't you going out and doing your jobs?'
'I'm carrying this vital piece of resource back to the tower. Steve here is on break. I don't know what Guss is doing over there, but my educated guess is that he is slowly punching a puppy's left eyebrow to death.'
'But your carrying a sock! that isn't even close to valuble, It's made of cheap cloth and doesn't mence with spikes of silk!'
'Never the less, it is a vital piece of equipment that I must go and store in our nearest stockpile, as I have been trained to do.'
'But the Tower's several miles away!'
'Indeed. It is, regretably, a long, long way away. That is why I shall steal this pony that is far too small for my body weight and ride it back to the tower to deliver this item of tremendous worth.'
'But who's going to take care of the ingured if your all going off?'
'Well, Ben is currently not doing anything, or so he claims. Good look trying to get him to do anything, though - It looks like he is amazed and entertained by that cat in the middle of the feild which Is spontaniously combusting over and over again, and keeps burning. It is fortunate that Ben may catch fire if he tries to touch, which, as he is an uninteligent and very Obvious Troll, I have great hopes that he will and may be severaly dissapointed if I catch wind that he grew a few IQ points and didn't die horribly. Good day to you, Goblin Master. I am now leaving.'
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