บท 101: Home Sweet Home, And Breasts

Ah, how pleasant! Fresh air, clear sky, false prophets, and panicking people. Seriously what were they still doing here? Ah, there was even an addition to it. 

There was a group nearby with signs. It was a great cause too: <Nuke the Greenwood Lord>. Somehow they had great cohesiveness, how peculiar. In every manifestation there needed to be at least one troll. Were they breaking such a universal rule?! 

"Brother, can you sign our petition to drop a big fat nuke on that villain's head?" A protesting guy hollered at him. 

"Sure, but before I sign tell me: Who's here ironically?" Half raised their hand. Some looked at their colleagues as if they had just been horribly betrayed while the others were clueless and had thought the whole thing a joke.