Slowly they arrive, the phalanx of the forest; the meek, the brutish, yet one marvelous chorus, For starlight and sap are no goblins’ treat, the power and taste alone are fit for a king’s feast. Everything’s in order and set to begin, there’s only 23 minutes left for us to win. We’ll all have a chance to become something great. ...Wait, what is that? Oh sweet tree god… it’s Rankus the rat.