said Bertha and rolled her eyes. She turned face-on to the green horde. She took a small, palm sized object from a pocket on her bulging, jean clad thigh and held it out in front of her. She glanced sideways at Cedric. "Knocked this up from a cheap Argos Sat-Nav and some fuse wire", she said quietly, "Turns their eminations into audible speech". Then in a much louder voice she called, "Right, you bunch of half baked bogey men! Let's have some order! Who's ya spokesperson?". Two tinny, but distinct voices came from the device in Bertha's hand. They both said the same thing. "I am." There was a moments silence then the two voices began a conversation..."I am Olaf Thrangbeard, what other speaks to usurpe my authority?" This was countered with, "I Trevor speak! But no usurper I ! A true lord of the unseen realm! What be you? The last dregs of some ancient worm-fodder!" There was a speedy response to this. "You think yourself some kind of a God? Your name is not spoken in the Sagas, no runes tell of your prowess as a warrior!". Trevor came back with, "We had a meeting, I was duely elected. If you're going to ignore the commitee structure, we may as well throw the whole democratic process out the window...!" Olaf 'growled' but before he could utter another word, Bertha's voice boomed, "Ok boys, enough! Obviously someone hasn't read the latest office memo or something..."
At that point Cedric, who had been listening intently, interjected, "Hey! I've just thought of something! Why don't we..."
