“Dear Don,

I'm afraid i have bad news. We had a game against an older team, the more experienced ennemies we had face yet. The humans of the Tobaro City Guard were fearfull opponents. But we weren't afraid. Our superior grace and finess could have won us that game. With ease. But i saw an opportunity to make a lot of money, wich is our main objective. So i ordered my men to be agressives, to make them fear for their game. They'd loose so many fans if they loose a game against a new team like ours. Then i apporched that less than nothing of a coach, Roland. I proposed him to loose the game if we could keep all the benefice of the sales. He agreed on a 15-85% (originally it was 40-60 for him as the main attraction).

So we lost. Badly. We had to do ludicrous things like passing to their player and not ours to make believe they intercepted. We failed dodges as if we where humans, or even dwarves ! We stayed in contact of the ogre, so the fan couldnt see he was just babling most of the time. We saved the honour and the show by scoring a quick td at the end.

And then that liar, son of a dwarf Roland kept the money. Not even his, but ours too ! He had a few goon steal the treasury of the stadium !

I don't tell you all this to avoid blame. I'm responsible for this mess. If you allow me to stay, I wont take my salary as long as i didnt make those human pay. Badly.

Your ever loyal

Coach Patator”