there is the door".

The poor pathetic SOD bellowed over and over to all in the place. His little trolls nestled securely within his armpits, hissssing in agreement as they urinate profusely across the floor in ecstasy.

And many of the good people did move, saddened by the vile smell that had befallen the place, reluctantly seeking shores where the trolls would not go. But the trolls can swim they have found and eventually, as they must, they will soon bellow and spray their urine into even the nether portions of the fray-world. Unhindered by an editor with a tin eye.

And the song of the once mighty fray-boards stutters ever closer to article commentary only. And you will be proud.