Parg pet the rat perched on his shoulder, frowning at the other goblins. He had spent most of the journey watching his fellows, and had come to the conclusion that they were all doomed to be butchered by longshanks. Unless of course, the smartest goblin ever took charge! It was just a matter of waiting for the big, scary hobgoblin to get killed first. He thought of all the awesome things he would be able to do as team leader, before having his thoughts interrupted by someone being wrong-ish. "Toads no creep, stupid! They sort of waddle around, and sometimes hop!"