huoommm … er, what’s going on here? … behave, gentlemen, behave please … huom … I just came strolling in again and …
rhuômm … I witness neither orcs nor green double-underlined words, mice or whatever … rhûommm … just that greyish-slimy stuff someone tossed at the bity-doormats … huooommm … how often do I have to tell you, gentlemen, that even dead wargs never would swallow such porridge-pasty-urrgh … huom … well, once again it’s up to me to clean them stained-but-good-old wargskins again … it’s always me, the Tree having to do that … alas … huom …