“Being in a good mood from the victory, Johann sat in his chambers puffing on some imported tobaccoleaves and drinking way too much brandy.
Ragnar entered the chambers holding a very big helmet in his hands.
"What is that?" Johann asked.
"This, my friend," Ragnar said. "This is our latest player. We have been winning nicely and we could finally afford to have a huge players outfit sewn up."
"Why on earth would we want a huge outfit? Three human heads will fit in that helmet?" Johann said, moderately curious.
"You know Edmundo Edmundsen? The guard, gardener and painter?" Ragnar said, knowing very well that Johann did. "I think he should play on the team."
"But he is no intern?"
"There is no rule that says that only the mentally unstable should play bloodbowl. Of course it helps, besides, Edmundo ain't all there. Who else would work in an asylum for a measly fee of 20 rats a day, and the possibility to beat up interns?"
"Good point," Johann agreed.
"Now," Ragnar said. "We have an Ogre."

Johann and Ragnar looked at the huge helmet. They were pleased. If trees were allowed in the game, surely noone would object to a gardener.”