The snows of Elcon shrouding, it is late when the blue coneman sees two white conemen, not knowing if they be constructs of snow, coneman true or undead frisen, he is in a predicament…

Blue Coneman: “I better run”

The usual thought of a coneman, but…

White Coneman: ‘Ooga booga!” Blue Coneman: “Augh!”

A little later after many assurances and comforting. Blue Coneman: “What a rotten trick, you stay here and set it up again, I’ll bring some of the others over!” White Coneman: “Hehe, it's definitely worth doing again!”