Say you're an ogre, clad in the furs of beasts that you have clubbed to death, because you're MORE ogre than those pansies with the gut plates and the gnobblars to do their cooking and cleaning, and say you're an ogre who pays the gold he's taken off foolhardy travellers and those idiots who come looking for foolhardy travellers who are missing to see his favourite ogre team play... Now, when those boys fuck up, and they always do, then wouldn't you pick up that big stone, the one you took off the rat-snacks before you made kebabs out of them, and throw it at someone?
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