Things weren't exactly going nicely for me lately ever since I got caught 'playing with trash' last night. Stezom already put more of those floggin spiked balls in my pockets, when they would fit a lot better into his face, then threw me into this old, empty wooden box and we both made insults at each other that truly only a goblin would understand... until I haphazardly discarated, or however those tall ones say that confusing word, the warchieftain that I never seen before; I remember this argument more than everything else that happened back in the camp.

"Even little goblins know not play with trash, Tgerd! Tgerd stay in bad box til Warchieftain Grodax find what Tgerd done!"

"Tgerd think Stezom afraid of Tgerd. Think Tgerd use head to beat Stezom into dirt." Stezom spitted at me almost right after I said this.

"Stezom not scared of weakling Tgerd! Ha ha ha, Tgerd already forget Stezom throw Tgerd in bad box with one hand! Stezom proud that Tgerd stay in bad box after Stezom enjoy Warchieftain party!" The Warchieftain party, as most goblins call it, was more like how a tall one would enjoy their "birth day" party, except only Grodax was allowed to have one, and everyone was expected to treat him like he was some kind of god.

"Stezom think Tgerd stay in bad box and still believe beddy-time tale of Grodax? Tgerd think Stezom koo-koos." At that very moment, Stezom's face twisted itself to look more like a monster. At that point, I knew Stezom was a firm believer is Grodax's 'glory', since I must have made him very, very mad.

"WHAT?! Grodax not from beddy-time tale! Grodax bestest goblin leader every goblin knows! Stezom tell Grodax what Tgerd say about Grodax, then-"

"If Stezom believe in mean, scary, stinky goblin, then Tgerd believe in... in orange-head tall one trash picker with big metal stick stuck on back!" Stezom was madder than I thought goblins could ever be and punched the wooden box I was in very hard, which surprised me, but I was more surprised that the box didn't even make one crack in the walls.

"SHUT UP TGERD! Grodax himself kill Tgerd for insulting great warchieftain!" Stezom then ran over to the center of the camp. That was the argument we had, the one that made me leave the goblin camp for good after I used my thinking power to escape that box... and since every single goblin was too busy celebrating a fake goblin from a beddy-time tale, I used the extra time to throw away the pointless spike balls and take as much food with me as I could carry before I finally left the goblin camp. I knew I had to find somewhere else to live before the other goblins find me – or worse, I run out of food – but I had no idea that fate had its own special way of butting in.