As the dust in this former noble home began to clear up, two imposing figures were now standing on the giant genuine imitation rosewood table that the three members of the Garfunky family were just sitting at.
Looking down while still chewing his tobacco, Sir Moo-Rlboro said in an amused tone, "Well, well, well, look what we have here, Sir Cut-n-Run: a group of merchants that failed to pay their taxes and are making sure that treachery is afoot."
The nine-foot-tall bearded Sir Cut-n-Run replied to Sir Moo-Rlboro with gusto, "Ha ha, Sir Moo-Rlboro, we are going to have to get to work oppressing some merchants."
Dunce looked at this giant man, blinking his eyes and not quite believing them: a talking cow. This made Dunce ask the obvious question in the room, "How the hell is there a talking cow in my home?"
