Thoq happy! Thoq make new friends. Squishy elf send Thoq chicken. Thoq really like. Leaf Lady still no chicken mail. Thoq wonder why. Thoq think maybe Leaf Lady afraid Thoq like orc girl. Thoq no understand. Thoq just like show big blue rocket!
Squishy elf ask Thoq help. Thoq like help! Thoq help. Thoq say, "What Thoq help?" Squishy elf say "Thoq tank!" Thoq happy. Thoq good tank. Thoq tell bad pink skin, "Thoq prettier than you!" Bad pink skin attack Thoq. Thoq clever!
Thoq not brainless anymore. Thoq was impressed. I was particularly happy that I was able to finally convey my thoughts in a more rational and complete manner than I might ordinarily be able. It is a refreshing experience and one I am treasuring.
In particular, I've been able to experience a wide variety of food. While in my brutish state, I could only convey my fondness for chicken, I find that having my intellect doubled as a result of my Blood elf friend Lenauryn's sorcery has caused me to be able to dabble on all sorts of culinary delights. I've sampled some fish today that was absolutely to die for. I've added fishing to my list of things I need to learn how to do better. Due to my current status of increased intellectual prowess, I am certain this will be a trivial endeavor.
I took a quick picture of my companions. We had journeyed back in time in order to set history straight. I owe a particular debt of gratitude to Thrall for allowing my dull brutish clans-mates to exist in harmony with the Horde.
As we finished up our covert adventure, I began to have some reservations about my new-found mental ability. What if my intellect was as fleeting as my companions human costumes, fated to be just a temporary condition. Thoq nervous this might be so. Thoq think, "What if Thoq back old Thoq." Thoq no care. Thoq eat chicken!
Thoq like chicken.
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