I don't know what he doeth to them, exactly, and I'm not going to athk him becauthe he'th a puthtule on the face of the univerthe and doethn't detherve my attention. [Troll lives are so unhappy, and his is probably downright miserable- two dead girlfriends, two disgusting and painful deaths, blindness.]

Yeah, I haven't left. [He pauses; he can't think to control his expression when his eyebrows knot, and he grimaces, and swallows hard.] But even tho I didn't, uh, get a chance to rethcue any of your thtuff. Thorry.