Her Thanksgiving meal are prescription medicine. But before she can enjoy her humble meal in splendid solitude she realizes that they suppositories. Her holiday has been ruined.

I want to be a stomach, but deep down I know I'm a kidney

Excellent, the Squonk shall him pick up. Don't mind it's smell or the incessant sobbing.

What? Oh, yes, I forgot. You humans have a concept called "currency" and "fair compensation"... I... uh... um... hmmm...

*reaches in robe sleave*

I have a jar of tadpoles, three eyes of newt (I misplaced the fourth one), a Wuther Original caramel, and half a bottle of Gold Bond Foot Powder.

I planted one of these sanguine slugs in my garden once... they do not winter very well.

You "liked" my proposition and yet gave no answer? I expect it soon or I shall deploy the changelings!

You are too tall to fit in the halls of The Goblin Kingdom and your brain is moldy from the follies of human society. Perhaps the elves may want you.

Is your spawn available to be an apprentice? He has great potential and will be successful in the Golin Realm.

It is a disgraced house that have tampered with dark secrets that should not have been disturbed. Their arrogance is why blue skinned goblin kingdom has been banished to the Nightmare Dimension.

But a lovely crest none the less.

Apocalyptic Fantasy is apt perhaps?

You spread goblin propaganda well. For a pink skin that is.

Truly a representation of the diversity of my people

We? No, you!

Yes, we could kidnap so many giraffes with this contraption...

When my mother took us to the surface world; she would put on a mix tape for the long trip. Like a Bird was one of them, the rest was Dianna Krall and songs from the Shrek 2 soundtrack.

And so we all go into the infinite dream...