As a friend and I walk through the forrest, we walk into an ambush:
A big shaggy man armed with a hockey stick and a necklace ornated with pucks, steps up and speaks:
"When you meet your Gods, tell them Derek, son of Brad of the Stepans sends you."
"My name is Mani, son of Mehrdad, of House Eyvazi."
"How would you like to die Mani, son of Mehrdad."
"In my own bed, at the age of 80, with a belly full of wine, a girls mouth around my **** and having witnessed a Rangers Cup victory."
Derek laughs dirtyly: "Take the mad-man, we can shoot pucks at him, kill the other one ..."