Goodwife Helga was sweeping her steps one fine morning. As she collected the dust and dirt into a neat mound, a booted foot smacked down on it, scattering it. Shocked at such effrontery, Helga glanced at the man and saw two red eyes glaring out of a coal-black face. Numb with horror, for this was no doubt one of those drow her son had told her about, she brought her broomstick across the monster's knees with a loud crack!
Drizzt gaped as the stout lady whipped her broomstick across his knees smartly, tripping him as well as any spell. Before he had even hit the ground, the fearless woman smacked Twinkle from his hand with another hissing flick of her broomstick. He thumped onto the hard, dusty ground, his wind getting knocked out in a quick whoosh. Quietly, he moaned into the dirt, "I am really pathetic. I, who have fought demons, who rid the land of countless menaces, have just been disarmed and disabled by a lady with a broom."
The men rushed upon the drow, beating him mercilessly. Drizzt tried in vain to fend off the blows, but they rained upon him far too quickly. His hair was ripped at, his hands stomped on. Someone spat; another hurled a gob of horse dung.
Dr. Kuack recovered from his fainting spell and stood up. Kuack Jr noticed, and shouted, "Dad! You're alive!"
"Why, yes! Oh, son, I was so scared!" Kuack replied. Father and son hug passionately.
"Dad? I have something to tell you..." the son started hesitantly.
"Yes?" Dr. Kuack lets go. He sees for the first time the ruin of what was once his clinic. "Son? Son! What happened?!" He gasped for air.
Kuack Jr. grabs him. "It's okay, Dad! We can rebuild! They left a fortune in swords and things!"
"My office!" Dr. Kuack moaned. Louder, he wailed, "What happened to my OFFICE?!" He collapses onto his son, sobbing.