"Let’s check on the troll," said Turtle. "Stay behind me." We moved over to the door, and Turtle kicked it open. As we stepped into the office, I saw pieces of Goob lying in a big puddle of troll blood. Other pieces of him were spattered all over the back wall. The poor monster—never had a chance! The vid-banks and all the automatic controls had been systematically trashed. Bob’s executives wouldn’t get any clues about tonight’s events by replaying the decks.