Throgg cocked his head to the side and drew a massive, burning blade from its holster. "Flintstone won't start fire? Why not Zoid's Greatsword?"
"What?" The Blood Elf blinked at his companion.
The Orc touched the wood logs with the sword, which instantly burst into flame. "Zoid's Firelit Greatsword. Awesome for fury warriors."
"I don't think it's named for Futur ... "
"Stop," Throgg cautioned. "I know it's not named for him. But ever since the Helm of Maddening Whispers, I can't get these things out of my head." The Orc stopped when something rustled in the bushes.
"Is that the druid?"
"Nope!" Throgg exclaimed. "It's just Chuck Testa!"