Lies! Yet more lies! And silly, pantouflian lies at that. Farmer Giles celebrated Succoth, and his sword was attenuated like a leaf of smoked bacon in the wind until it was twisted unto the shape of a tortured mermaid. This is the fate of every Amalechite who dares to transgress the sacred threshold of the Firbolg and slaver on the toes of Holy Shelob. Do you think it is that easy to fool Scrooge McDuck? He bribed them to prevent this very thing, you gullible heffalump!