We enter the scene once again with our fearsome foursome about to have a bit of night elf. The meat wagon has just come by, and rumbles off into the distance. The frightful four are eating noisily when not speaking. Tony: Dear Arthas, I could eat night elves all day. Hmm, that's not a half- Everyone but Tony: Stop right there, Tony! Albert: By the Shadow, Tony, you're crazed. How could you have gotten by in life with a drive like that? Tony: *Grinning wide* Male prostitute, my friend. Various groans, along with an "I'm eating here, ya sicko," from Jeff. Jeff: You are one sick ghoul, Tony. And there are a lot of sick ghouls. That's horrible. I can't imagine myself ever doing that. Tony: Nothing wrong with what I did! What's so good about your job, Jeff? Jeff: I was a gardener. Not a