As he turned to face Turtle directly, the troll’s coarse features went from what passed for pleasant in his breed to that expression of grim death that meant he was being businesslike. "ARRHH, CHUMMER, YER KNOWS THE RULES? TWENNY NUYEN A NIGHT FER YER TO PARK HERE. YER DON'T MEDDLE WITH THE MERCH, AND IF I SEZ FROGGER. YER JUMPS." He bent down to stick his pumpkin-sized head in Turtle's face while putting furiously on his green Gargasmoke to emphasize his point. I didn’t think it fair that Goob was charging double his normal rate, but I wasn’t going to argue. I just waited to see if Turtle would kill him.