Admiral:
“Goooaaal! It’s a GOAL! A bloody, magnificient unparallelled goal! G-o-a-l-err-h! Did you see that, Ham?”
“Sure did, Krogg. Straight out of textbook.”
“Cheatnote, rather, by the look of those fans. They’re all jumping onto the pitch!”
“Hahaha, now look at that Hobgoblin run! Silly stuff. Ouch! One moment scoring, the next dead.”
“Well, so is Blood Bowl, Ham.”
“Indeed, Krogg! The fans have both teams surrounded, but why are the mobs attacking their own teams…?”
“Duck! Now they’re throwing Gnoblars!”
“Watchout!”
“There went the cheerleaders! Yuck!”
“It’s doom on the pitch today. Havoc! Bloody mayhem!”
“Sure is, Krogg.”
“Now the referee’s gone. In four different directions at once. Oooh, pretty nice quartering there by those Amazon fans!”
“For sure! An’ do you know what those curses and obscenities are? Those vomited from tusked mouths, like that sod’s blood ‘n’ guts spewed all over his curlybeard? D’you know what them acid words are, Krogg?”
“No, tell me, Ham!”
“Those are the last words of the players…”