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[i]Gonad frowned at the wretched sight. In spite of his short attention span, he could at least understand that a new threat had arisen. He too had been transported to Great Hall in Beardhalla. Huh!? Wasn't Gonad still in the cave? What happened to stuff occurring in the future? Who knew. This was all metaphysical and junk now, and when that sort of stuff met with Beardlords, whose power is automatically based off of their own perceptions of strength and honor when not bound by the rules of a realm, it became a moot point to try and make sense of what shit was going to happen next. Baldor and Gonad had once managed to turn a simple tea party into an interdimensional roller skating disco party conga line that ended with a continent-sized spirit yak shattering the atmosphere. 

At any rate, before Gonad could go about snake hunting he had to fix up Billuh. He would need all the Beardlords he could gather. Gonad knew not why, but he felt it in his bones. He hop legged over to the gnome and then slammed his boot down to crush the cyber midget. Wait, what!? Why?

In Beardhalla, battle is a favorite pastime. Whenever a Beardbrother falls in combat outside of the mighty mead hall, he is respawned that he continue with the bloody jollies. Even when devastated, the place still contained the beardly power to revive fallen warriors. Billuh would be able to emerge from the ruins of the hall in a single piece, good as new.[/i]