On a whim the great Morg N'Thorg, decided to take a relaxing stroll through the park. He suddenly caught site of a beauty across the way, taking part in a Yoga class. She was the major stand out in her lulu lemon stretch pants. She looked unhappy doing the downward Dog, but that just intrigued Morg. Much like a large plump Goat standing in the meadow just waiting to be fricasseed, this damsel in distress needed saving. He strolled over nonchalantly, and unknowingly trampling the teacher and 3 classmates. She caught eye of him, and stood up out of her stretching position. She squinted on eye and cocked her brow. Morg took this as a good sign, smiled, nodded and winked back at her.
He was larger than she, but it did not intimidate her in the slightest. Her curiosity only raised as he kept smirking at her while ogling her up and down.
She cocked her brow to the opposite side as she had it. Right then Morg decided he would introduce himself. "Morg" he said with a thumbing motion towards his chest.
She shuddered back a small step. In part surprised that he would be so bold. She now looked him up and down. "Bertha" she quietly replied.

He smiled at her ear to cauliflowered ear, looking like a poorly carved jack-o lantern knifed by a 2nd grader. He nodded at her and winked once more. Then with a series of pointing actions he mimed out a lewd action of intertwined romance between the two giants.
She stalled and then popped up and made a weird contorted face. Blinking her eyes suddenly, she quickly recovered from her Bonehead fail. Then shook her head vigorously, tilting it towards the ground. He unhappily popped up, making an umbrella shaped frown.
She slowly looked upwards, peeking through her large forehead like the sunrise on a prairie field. She had a sad look. For some odd reason she felt bad turning down the Muscular Beast. She new the Ogre race was depleting, and Ogres should procreate to keep dominance in this old world. But alas she was sworn to another.
He made a shrugging motion, while distorting his face in a perplexing manner. It was as if he said "how come?" She responded with some hand gestures of her own. To an outsider it may have appeared that she was imitating a squirrel arm wrestling a racoon while break dancing at a roller rink with wild hogs for the skates. He understood what she was saying. You see Ogres do not communicate like the rest of us do, when courting the opposite sex. They only speak when spoken too. Neither will break that rule, so they have to play a freakish game of charades. She had told him in not so many words, none to be precise, that she was in love with another. His name was Brick Far'th. They lived together in the pricey lower east side of the garbage dump. They were in fact madly in love with each other. They even have gone so far as to own a pet Goblin named Grotty. He was housed trained and quite entertaining. They had put to many miles on the speedometer for her to end the relationship for the hunky Morg.
Morg smiled at her apathetically, nodded, and skulked away punching the next innocent waltzing bye the enormous beast. That made him feel slightly better, so he quickly uppercutted another. She watched him walk away and finally lost sight of him as he disappeared into the woods. Only thing left to see, was the trace of bodies popping up into the air on the Horizon. She decided it was in her best interests to go back to her Yoga and her downward dog.