*a shadowy Jaluk staggers from camp singing after narrowly escaping the Jalils*
If Jalil's were like fruit and berries, usstan'd dine on sweet melons and nibble on cherries
*looks around bleary eyed*
Yarblek where the vith are dos... did dos run off with the Auctioneer?
*disclaimer - all the lyrics are from Yarblek the Jaluk has a way with word when it comes to the Jalils*