“And that bothers
you, does it?” Raven asks.
“Corsh it does,”
the troll tells him, “Oo'd want to see their hart smashed to
pieshces?”
“I'm sorry,” Raven
replies, “Your heart? I thought we were talking about the
foundations of your bridge.”
“Foundaishun of his
bridge,” Stonedildo interjects, “IS the heart of a troll.”
“I'm sorry,” Raven
shakes his head, “You've lost me again.”
“Trolls live under
bridgesh, right?” Rocknipples asks.
“So I'm told,”
Raven replies.
“Ow do ew think a
troll finds the right bridge to live under?”
“Can't say I've given
it much thought,” Raven says with a pinched mouth.
“A troll finds the
right bridge because the troll builds it himself.”
“Thatsh right,”
Stonedildo confirms triumphantly.
“And the troll knows
its the right bridge,” Rocknipples continues, “Because he uses
his own heart to lay the foundaishun.”
