“"DWARVES!!! THOSE DIRT EATING WHISTLE WORKERS AND THEIR MANGY MANGLED BEARDS....OOOO HOW I HATE THEM! HOW CAN ALL THOSE BEAUTIFUL HORNS HELP MY BEASTMAN IF THEY ARE BEING CUT OFF AT THE KNEES?!?" The GREAT UNSEEN was working himself up into quite a lather after the game 5 "final".
"Glorious...",whispered another UNSEEN voice with a lilt that was like the fur on a new seasons antlers "...they have done you proud. Even you knew that this was always a building year for your ultimate plan. You have just been caught up in the hope that they might just play above themselves...give them the time they need...and watch what they bring you." "YES...YOU ARE RIGHT...I WILL BLESS JealousGuy WITH YOUR BEAUTY... SO THAT ALL MAY KNOW THE FACE OF OUR WISDOM WHILE HE CARRIES THE CLAW'S OF OUR RESOLVE."
"You are a sentimental softy under all that swirly mist Glorious. Here is to next season!
"YES...NEXT SEASON...
And with that the mist swriled even larger and a melody of no known origin swept down into the locker rooms...and as JealousGuy trotted past a puddle near the shower he happened to look down...a slow smile of recognition creeped across his snout...the sign was clear...the GREAT UNSEEN had forgiven him. ”