Oh Ho! The crowd is back. I just finish off the bowl of kash that Mac bought me (may his horse never develope Twonk's Disease.....him either), when Mogh buys me another. He soon drinks something which doesn't set well with him, and he is set upon by his own friends.......... odd. I then see the condition of his former girlfriend (now his wife), and I begin to come to the conclusion that this pregnancy is what he was complaining about. I stand up, barely keeping my balance, and charge him, Be a man, Mogh. She didn't get in that condition by herself.

Mogh turns to face me, shocked at my stupidity (who would ever be shocked at my stupidity), but merely says, Huh??? Do you have any idea how much foul, stinky breath is exhausted by the term, "Huh"? As he says it, his eyes have a look of.......something like insanity.

Recognizing the odor of camel urine and the face of insanity, I put a bit less aggression in my next phraseology. Don't tell me, let me guess.....You've learned that the most prized agent of fulling cloth* is camel urine, and you wanted to be a "smooth-talker" to your wife. Well don't try to do it that way.

Just then his friends have all crossed the room to him, set upon him, dragged him to the fountain, and seem to be trying to drown him. Ha! These barbarians sure have some strange ways to celebrate weddings.

* The 'fulling' of cloth goes waaaaayyy back into ancient times, when they discovered that, if the cloth was beaten with poles while soaking in certain chemicals, the cloth became very soft. Though human urine was occassionally used, the most respected fulling agent was camel urine. After time, it even became mechanized, with machines beating on the cloth. A person who made cloth soft this was was called a "fuller", and that's where the last name, "Fuller", came from.