“Tom, the boss of Circus Nurglimus, was sitting in his dimly lit office, preparing his putrid green-yellow brew that filled the air with a foul stench. Before settling into his worn-out chair, he knocked a mischievous nurgling off it, causing the creature to emit strange noises. Once comfortably seated, he began his tale of today's match.

"Y'see, we had ourselves a match against them desert folks all the way from Arabia. Those derwiszes were dancin' around the pitch like feathery devils. And wouldn't ya know it, their leader knocked the ball away from our nimble jumper, ol' Andi. But right after, Jerry swooped in, grabbed the ball, and scored a touchdown, much to everyone's surprise!"

"But in the end, the first match ended in a draw, mainly 'cause we couldn't figure out how to deal with them dancin' derwiszes... Maybe we should offer 'em a spot in our circus. Nurgle knows we've got somethin' that catches the eye!"”