“The skink huddled alone on the floor of the KO pit... he had been hiding there since the first half, when a dizzying blow from a Dark Elf blitzer had given him an excuse to leave the field.
What did they want with him? He'd even managed to pick up the ball, only to have one of the regular team demand he handed it over. And why did the Kroxigor keep grinning at him?
Suddenly there was a distant whistle, followed by a roar of approval from the crowd. Almost at once a horde of battered, stinking lizards rushed in, and grabbed the skink's arms and legs. The giant Imp'hotent loomed over him, obsidian knife in hand.
'To the glory of I'llgetmycoatl, in thanks for our mighty victory'
Soon the Krox was eating the freebooted skink's heart. Hell, he deserved it, not a single bonehead failure all game!

Cheers for the game Killer - better luck with this team in future.”