And how for something completely different.
Somewhere in the multiverse, conflict was brooding.
Breeding perhaps, in the process of being bread.
Or any other form of delicious carbohydrates.
Regardless, the dialogue recorded in the fabric of space and time, the inner secrets of reality itself:
"Hey there, that's my stick. you Can't steal my stick from me." Said the Grey Wizard, who seemed to be arguing with another wizard.
"My stick is what I do, you have to find your own stick and use that as a literary device and comic relief."

Speaking of sticks, and other long wooden objects, R'Lyeh's spear was being swung at the most prominent goblin at the moment, using the length of the polearm to keep himself beyond reach hopefully. TO which, would hopefully discourage the would be thief given that his cronies were either bleeding out or have betrayed him. Although bosses like this tend to have potions and whatnot hidden up their sleeves, or perhaps a suppository, given their stick-up-the-rear air right now. Is this entire post going to be about sticks? Well if it was, it would be highly appropriate, because a post can be a stick in the ground. Although if one was a stick in the mud about it...

"Sorry about that My good Goblin sir, however it was a necessary evil and hopefully deter you from further antagonizing us. And while for the record I do not in any form condone killing intelligent beings, in the event I, err... We inadvertently and indirectly cause you death by massive physical trauma, I would like to at least know the name to which I can label your cadaver if I submit my samples to the Aug'Toor. Oh and possibly an medical conditions you would like to mention and studied?"

Ah yes, R'lyeh ever the dispassionate scientist. Not sure which was more scary: an angry ogre or a curious S'Augwin.