Hibbit-the Boggie

'No,I'm not a frigging Hobbit. "

"You know how many times i have to tell people that ,Lop? Every iron pot blood mad sword swinger from Tosa to Mac's Bar to the gates of Gazad Dun thinks the only tiny folks are thos furry footed booze hounds. Frikkin ale barrels with groggily eyes. I'm a frikkin Boggie and i an't ashamed of it!"

Lop ignored the fact that Hibbit usually drank more then any hobbit he knew as he listened to his disreputable old friend on his familiar old rant.

"It even worse here in Amber you know."

Looking up from his tankard it was likea horse stopping beneath his rum. This was a new rant.

He mustered his long years of conversation for the perfect rejoinder, "Eh? huh? ah.. why?"

Hibbit drew his bugsticker knife and flipped it around his hand as he looked at Lop in surprise. His old friend was staring owlbear eyes at him.

"They don't have hobbits here.. Have you seen any? They have a few of these