Then, because he had nothing else to do for the next ten minutes, he picked up an orange troll and menaced a slightly smaller green-haired troll with it. ‘I am the greatest warrior of London Below. Prepare to die,’ he said, in a dangerous trollish voice, waggling the orange troll. Then he picked up the green-haired troll, and said, in a smaller, trollish voice, ‘Aha! But first you shall drink the nice cup of tea . . .’ Someone knocked on the door, and, guiltily, he put down the trolls.
