Least Paranoid Goblin

<hic> ... listen up kid, I hear stuff. A lot of stuff <hic>, people ignore ol' Gig because he's an alc- alco- because he drinks too much! But I drink and I know stuff, get it? Anyway, I was outside the inn yesterday drinking and I heard one of them two boys talking about sabotaging the bomb and blowing us all up!

It's the golden honest truth my friend, go tell Mort, he should do something about <hic> it!

<Gig falls on his face.>

Oy, what you looking at bub, you want a piece of the champ?

Yeah?

Sheesh Gig, not again. Sorry about that kid, Gig's a special sort. Great when he's sober, but he hasn't been sober once ever since we came here. His paranoia took over. Nobody's blowing us up, don't worry about nothing.

Here's something for the trouble.

Golddammit Gig.