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Stunted
It's quite easy hunting stunties.
It's fun too. Stunties smell funny like orcsies, but they aren't as big, so we gobbos can take them on, see? Also, stunties are willing to attack us gobbos even if it's on our own terms. And taking out stunties even impresses orcsies, even if they don't admit it. And hey, I'll admit, beheading man-things has its charms, and elvies are fun to fight if you can get past the smell, but nothing beats taking on a stunty.
Every so often, some stunties stumble into our tunnels, under the delusion that it's theirs. Sometimes it's to claim treasure, other times it's for a good fight with us gobbos. Probably have too much beard hair in their brains, but hey, we gobbos can sort it out. Pluck the beards, take off the head, and before you know it, we'll have fixed their brains. Or feed them to squigs. Mork knows they need the substance. But hey, enough of Mork. It's time to prove to Gork that we gobbos are as good as orcsies. Hence why yours truly is on the hunt for stunties.
I can smell 'em. Honest sweat, I'll give the bearded weirdos that much. Quite stinky sweat...not elf stinky, but stinky stinky. It's important for all gobbos to know the difference. Well, no matter. I can see a figure in the gloom. Get my knife, hope that Gork and Mork favour yours truly and...
Hiss...
I blink. Hiss? Stunties don't use animals here. Not like man things with their silly horsies-only good for eatin' they are. And the stunty's eyes...so big...so luminous...might have made a good gobbo in another life. Bah-I'll claim the stunty's beard, sell his gold and become chieftain. I...
Hiss...
And the stunty steps out. Only it's not a stunty. It's a rat thing.
A big rat thing.
I look up at the rat thing. It looks down at me. Goodness, it smells funny. Well, no matter. Just head away...walk away...look for more stunties...need stunties...help me stunties!
Hiss!
And then I'm stunted.