*Centuries ago, during the Beforian Trolls' Sgrub session*
Meenah: ENOUGH TALK! I dream about fighting every night!
Rufioh: You've got a rage problem, girl.....
Meenah: ITS NOT A PROBLEM!
*Meenah begins to charge, only to fall, her trident flying all over the place until it hits and pierces Rufioh's leg*
Rufioh:................ *lets out a loud, high-pitched scream*
Aranea: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH MY GOD! Oh my-- I'm gonna be sick.....
Latula: Aranea! What happened, is Rufioh bleeding??
Rufioh: ITS STILL! IN MY LEG!
