“"Dhaktokh was trilled, pumped and the steam from his great belly filled the dressing-room with testosterone. He had been soooooooooooooooo close to death. Ahhhhhhhh!!!!! (Dhaktokh, dont forget to thank Anders the Apo!) And he had done three touchdowns before that, THREE!!!! All those hopeless struggles on the trainings trying to get hold of a small ball on the ground, so far down. Silly... And apart from this, he was the playing coach. Everyone told him to keep to the tactics, but stubborn as he was he would play, no matter the cost. And now he even had the money to a bullcentaur friend. But who would he pick? The answer was easy. Stu. The olny black bull. He would be loved by the fans and the other teams would fear his majestic approach. Lovely. Dhaktokh celebrated by puking from one belly to the other the whole evening. Alone in his dark secret cave, far from the crazy dwarves who were once again fighting among themselves after tons of ale. But not Dhaktokh, he was puking with joy. AHHHHHH!!!!!!"”