The Trouble With Trolls - or at least so my old Mum used to keep telling me - was that they simply never knew when to give up. If they found themselves faced with a plateful of best, prime quality deviled orc's eyes then they would just sit there and eat them all until they were sick. Or else they would do battle with their strongest enemies until neither of them were capable of swinging another blow. Worse still, they held on to their gold with a grip that few could break and had even been know...
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