A short, stubby little man in the back row stands as his grin widens, dimples almost visible as he stares down at the stage through a pair of rectangle framed Hypo Swirl Glasses.<br/>"I'm game for the game..." he says in a low voice, trying his best to be seen and heard from behind the Minotar in front of him whom seemed to be cheering too dramatically for anyone in his area to be heard. Fed up with this nonsense the man reaches into the pocket of his jeans, and pulls out a large wooden mallet. He jumps, draws back, and lands a devastating blow broadside the Minotar's head, knocking him unconscious and tumbling atop the person to his left.<br/>"Now SHUT-UP!" He yells at the unconscious behemoth as he realizes a large number of eyes are now on him as he stands with an over sized wooden mallet, swirly glasses hiding his eyes perfectly...