Everythings Is Looking Like Nails

Them goblins, they does love ta make money while they watch a buncha fuppertuggers beat the crap outta each other. One place they likes ta get it on be the Amphitheater of Anguish, out in Zul'drak. Trolls, they all be compulsive gamblers, so even though things be all goin' befreakers there, what with priests killin' gods and flyin' ziggurflubbers showin' up and installin' plague cauldrons, a buncha them come ta the amphitheater fer ta place they's bets. And them goblins, they take a cut outta each bet.

Well, there be nice rewards fer thems what can do the crap outta beating, so me and me guildies swung by the other night. We done took out a buncha tough guys, including one hunkertuggin Tuskarr with a nasty AoE penguin attack. And afters, we got us some loots. Me, I took the Mace of Bigger-Than-A-Blood-Elf. Now, when I's runnin' in me dworc disguise I gots me the Lollipop of Doom (which I never could convince Shu ta put Executioner on, the bugger) but in me natural orcish state I ain't had a mace ta swing since the summon fer an hour then go poof Mithril Order Smacker. So I hadda go find me some buggers willin' fer ta be me nails while I skilled up a bit. Fortunately, is plenty of volunteers in Northrend.

I dunno, ya think it's big enough?