Who’s Minding the Store
Oh hi … she’s not here. So me and my man Jeral thought we’d kinda help her out, if you had any questions or anything. Does she know? Well … no … but why would she mind, we’re helping. She’s getting all stressed out over judging Mog Madness. Muttering about the incredible weight, the responsibility of being a judge. Then something that sounds like … I don’t know … yoda or yodawg, whatever. Some kind of real world creature she has to battle I guess? I don’t know, you’d know more about that stuff than me.
Anyway, she’ll be back. And really, you don’t want to be around her right now, such a drama queen.
“Oh, it’s so hard. They are ALL so wonderful. Oh, the weight of mog responsibility is crushing me, crushing me!”
Yeah, see what I mean? So anyway, can I get you a drink while you wait? I thought it’d be nice to have an open bar while she’s gone. Just so we’d all have something to do until she gets back. I’m sure she won’t mind. Jeral says it’s no problem to run a tab for her. So, what can I get you? They just brought in a keg of Plugger’s Blackrock Ale, stuff’s hard to get. Let’s tap that and get the party started! Before … you know … she comes back.