*Munch Munch*

-Stop chewin wif yer mouth open. Ya know ya gots dorf beard stuck in yer teeth agin.

-Ya. Tanks. Me alwayz doez dat. Dat waz a good raid dat we done. Wuz sneeky like dem Inkies. We hits dem hard and FAST! POW! Har har!

-Hur, Hur, hur! Yeah. We showed dem halfzies and stuff. Hey Nakazz, why is you so quiet?

-Me is tinkin...

-Don't do dat too of'n. Makes my hed hurt.

-Shaddup. Me was tinkin about da footurr. When we wuz blastin dem halfzies, one of 'em gotz away. Mite get help.

-What, you SCARED?!?! Harr! Harr! Lookit Nakazz da elfzie prince-*POW* *Thud*

-I never liked him anywayz.

-So whatchoo worried about Nakazz? Der is nufin to be worried about! We whacked da halfzies, we gots away scots-free, and dem stoopid gobbos got blamed for it...

-Nah. Just sumfin about dis Horde I heards about. Dem halfzies were screaming to get help from 'dem. They is a gild. Dem has many gnomez. Dem is strong when together.

-So what iz you gonna do Nakazz?

-It's a surprize. But dem Gnomez is in trouble....sumfin soon....