Luke’s journey towards the mage was far from perilous. His stomach started to rumble and, whilst he was distracted by the hope that the mage would have some of those lovely cream cupcakes, a thing, with many arms and so many long green legs, swelched out at him.
Luke quaked as the thing in front of him barbled in a strange language. In fact, it sounded rather like:
“Blarg, give me your bleug cream bla cupcakes.”