"Oh, mortals?" Blue stammers out in reply. The ogre raises a massive hand behind its bald leathery head to rub its scalp nervously. Flakes of icy blue dandruff rain down on its shoulders, adding timidly, "oh we haven't seen any mortals."

Green looks confusedly at its companion, its face scrunching up into a mess wrinkles and interrupts, "What are you talking about Tibbert? What about the one we ate..."

Blue reaches out and strikes Green, silencing the hill ogre with a forehanded fist. The impact actually makes the ground quake a little. "Shut up Gil," Blue shrieks.