“There are clans, right?” “Not a dwarf, Bob.” “Y’gotta have clans, otherwise no one knows where to mine. I know your people are big-time miners.” “Never mined.” “The Dead was supposed to do a couple shows in Svartalfheim, but the promoter turned out to be a flake.” “I’m from Long Island, Bob. Y’know, we should … Continue reading Barefoot In The Park With Bobby