Brogg:
Dude, Gregolas is washing dishes; now I know things are fucked up.
I really want to kick that fake Cinder's ass, but I am going to hold back.
Who is going to conduct the interview?
I sort of sing in a whisper:
Tommy got his six string in hock.
Now he's holding in what he used to make it talk -
So tough
it's tough...
If Gregolas looks, I wink and nod to him.