Forestman Leader: Alright, now we got some gold plus another pair of fingers that big mech-guy wanted.
Knight: Its only a flesh wound!
Forestman Cultist: Yes! Now let sacrifice our own legs to the giant plastic diety!
Knight: Oh no, I seem to have found a pagan cult, and I cant return to the king! What will the inquistion say?
??: NO BODY EXPECTS THE SPANISH INQUISITION!

