There will be a tall, distingushed looking gentleman there pushing a poor, pitiful little handicapped girl in a wheelchair.
She has told me that her fondest wish is to have her dad push her up close to the trough so that she can get a look at all the pretty knives before they are all gone. All true hogs will surely accomodate this waif in her time of need.
Oh, she may also be armed with a Gladius.


Oh, she may also be armed with a Gladius.
