Too Late It looks like Gregolas is going ahead with his plan. "Hey bro, don't worry about that 8-5 gps. I got it from some other Grisbane priest I know. Old Greyhelm hookup, yup." He holds the door to the farmhouse open for a couple guys, who bring in a massive 64" TV and a couple other boxes (including a 12 pack of Heineken). Seeing you notice the booze, Gregolas nods and says "Glass bottles dude. Glass bottles. Ol' Gregolas is steppin up in the place, cause it just... you know, it just seems that drinking out of a can is high-school shit. Save it for the teens, I got a man's drink to get on." He cracks a bottle and sits down on the sofa while the guys from Best Buy install the TiVo in your farmhouse.

Ronald Greetles the kobold comes downstairs and stops in mid-stride. Mouth slightly open in amazement, he shakes his head, hunts around for a pen, and heads back upstairs, pausing at the stairs only to look back and do a double-take at Gregolas' new purchase.

Gregolas starts flipping through the manual. "Shit dude, I gotta make like hella IQ checks to figure this shit out. I think a light-up, smoke-down is first in order of operations. That's my M.O. today. Figure- this- shit- OUT." He packs a bowl while the guys from Best Buy finish up. Greg tips them each 1 pp and tells them he'll be back in a couple weeks when 'Holocaust Selector 2' comes in. "You guys got that comin' in, right? Hella sweet game. Shit, now I gotta hook up my GameCube to this baby." Gregolas goes over to the huge TV, rests his beer on it, and looks behind it. "Hella IQ checks," he repeats. "Screw this. You guys know Brian? It's cool if Brian comes over, right? I got this fat plan."

Gregolas calls Brian.  ¶ 2:56 PM