Throgg sighed as he waved the Collar of Bones at the druid. "But, Spot, you don't understand. This is from a troll place, and you obviously like those. And it's a collar of bones. I thought you guys loved bones."
Lolegolas quietly drank another shot of brandy.
"My name is not Spot," the worgen said calmly. "And I will not play the straight man for you comedic pair of ... ruffians."
"Ha!" Throgg exclaimed. "Ruffians! I get it! You're a clever dog! Who's a clever dog? You are!"
Lolegolas refilled his glass and quickly downed yet another shot.
"I recognize that's an exemplary caster hat," the worgen said. "But I only wear leather, right? Despite its critical ability and aid to hit, I lose too much wearing it. Like my dignity."
"Only leather, huh?" Throgg thought. "We used to be like that, too."
Lolegolas simply fell out of his chair.