[b]"I cun git a layout frum une of mah Boyz, maybee a Gretchin git could scout 't a lil...ya wanna try tha' plan 'irst, Kaptin?"[/b] [i]Ripgar had taken to placing his hands upon his fatass waist as he paced back 'n forth, tapping his helmeted forehead softly as he thought about a plan to assault the Dojo. A Gretchin scout would probably end up dead - but it was worth trying to scout the place.[/i]