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Phat Loot Phriday: Collar of Bones
The worgen was crouched low to the ground, his front lips raised in a mild snarl. "I don't mean to be rude," he said, "but if you try and put that collar on me, you'll pull back a bloody nub." 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. %Gallery-96786%
