Madstache Coneman: “Look here mates, a goblin! These canny candykin always sniff out rare blooming things, we might hear word of a plumed conegirl! Why a goblin that can't bally well sniff out something rare is no goblin!”

Greener Goblin: “By the twitching of my nose, a rare treasure this way comes! I’d be no goblin if I don't take this chance for loot or lose a few layers!”

Madstache Coneman: “Ah, fainted and hiding, blimey I forgot what gutless fellows my kinsmen are, hard going this search for plumed conegirl will be” Greener Goblin: “Pretty sure plumed conegirls are an old goblin’s tale”

Madstache Coneman: “You’ve not heard tell or seen sight laddie?” Greener Goblin: “Nope, now hold still while I rip your mustache off, it should sell nicely at the Great Market for many fine gems” Madstache Coneman: “I've beaten goblins with noses the size of you laddie, let's see if you remember anything after I strike the layers off you!” … After one beating too violent to show…