“This is your brain speaking. Are you awake?”

Hey brain! What’s up?

“Have you had your coffee?”

Yes! It was scrumptious.

“Good. Now if you have a moment, I have some concerns.”

Whatsamattah, brain? Talk to us.

“Your performance in Alterac Valley last night is giving me pause.”

We rocked AV!

“You did not.”

We went 8-1. That’s ‘rocked’ in anybody’s book.

“You were a train wreck of insanity and non-conformance to basic PvP rules. Frankly, you shut me out almost the entire time.”

We crushed ‘em! What you talkin’ bout, Willis?

“Question #1: Where did you get the mage bread?”

“Where. Did you get. The mage bread.”

No idea. We started the first AV and after taking IB Tower, it was in our bags. We never clicked on a table, nobody opened a trade with us, but there it was, a nice 20-stack.

“You have no idea how you got it.”

None.

“You obviously clicked on a table.”

We didn’t! We swear! Tell us when we clicked a table.

“I have no idea either, hence my confusion.”

Maybe we can make bread all by ourselves… we’ve morphed into… OMG, we’re a Mag-unter!

“Right. Question #2: Why did you charge that 5-man team defending IB Tower and how did you survive?”

We charged it because… we didn’t have Track Humanoids on.

“I told you to turn it on, didn’t I.”

Yes, you did.

“But you didn’t do it, did you?”

I hit the macro.

“You hit your Fel Mana potion, doofus.”

Oh, so that’s why we only had 14 of them left, not 15…

“Yup. You slammed a Fel Mana pot, charged into IB Tower with Track Elementals cooking, ran into a 5-man team guarding the tower… and lived.”

We did! /cheer!

“How?”

No idea.

“DO YOU REALIZE HOW MAD THAT MAKES ME!”

Totally understandable, but it was awesome! The mage went down so fast, then we put Hobbes on the priest and the warlock tried to Fear but Bestial Wrath FTW and the warlock ate hot arrows… and maybe the paladin fell off the tower…

“Yes, the paladin fell off the tower, that’s why you lived.”

We crushed that tower!

“You lucked out, you punk.”

Whatever. We got the tower.

“So why did you leave it?”

Um… because someone whispered us to go take SH Bunker.

“So you left your tower unguarded and tried to take the bunker.”

We TOOK the bunker!

“And they took it right back.”

Not for three more minutes. That helped us win that battleground!

“How did you know there was a rogue and priest going to SH Bunker with you? You forgot to whisper the people back and say you were going!”

We did?

“Yeah. You got a whisper saying, ‘Go take SH Bunker!’ and off you trotted. Did you ever think of communicating with them to find out who was going and who was going to guard your tower?”

No…

“Leaving a tower unguarded is pretty dumb.”

Horde never took it!

“Dumb.”

We won…

“D.U.M.B. Now, about that mage.”

Ooo! The frost mage we beat into a pulp! Yeah?

“You had no cooldowns.”

No, we didn’t. That was a mistake. We were going to make him eat Bestial Wrath, but it wasn’t ready. Neither was our PvP trinket. But we killed him!

“How did you manage it?”

Not a clue. He was Blinking and freezing and cone of cold or something and we just jump shot in-place and sent Hobbes with Mend Pet and the mage died before we did.

“You had 118 health when he died.”

Yup.

“He just had to call your mother a bad name and you would’ve been killed.”

Yup.

“You were fighting inside the base of the west Frostwolf tower without any cooldowns, against a full-ready frost mage, and you won.”

Yes!

“And you don’t have any strategy you made up or wisdom you can impart as a result of your victory?”

Not a sausage, no. Don’t be stupid and go against a frost mage when you have no cooldowns, that would be a good lesson.

“I hate you sometimes.”

It was a beautiful thing!

“How did you end up pulling the entire Horde pack of vendors into Drak’s room?”

OK, now that was pretty cool.

“Can’t wait to hear this one.”

We were taking the east Frostwolf Tower, and we got blown off and landed right next to the Shaman cave…

“Blown off the tower? You didn’t fall?”

No! We flew and flew waaay down the hill into a huge pack of horde vendors by the cave where the Shaman hang out. We might have been hit by a snowball, remember those?

“Of course; remembering stuff is my job.”

So all these vendors attack us, we send Hobbes after them, we Feign Death, and then we ran all the way up the hill, back into Frostwolf camp, and attacked Drek. But Hobbes was following us, we had a Mend Pet on him, and the vendors just beat on him all the way with us and into Drek’s room.

“You pulled the vendors into Drek’s room. Why didn’t you just put Hobbes on Stay, let the vendors smack him around, and when you got far enough away, Hobbes would’ve despawned. Then you could’ve Called him and he would’ve appeared right beside you, the vendors nicely resetting?

Hey, that’s a good idea…

“IF YOU WOULD LISTEN TO ME, YOU COULD’VE DONE THAT!”

We were busy trying to get tower and contemplating that bizarre flight into the vendors to really pay any attention to you at the time.

“You’re a colossal goober and the fact that some people listen to you at all is frightening.”

Did you see us ninja that graveyard?

“See you? I was screaming at you to watch out! You thought you were going on Defense and were going to ‘help’ at that graveyard, but you arrived and it was already captured by the Horde, and they forgot to defend it.”

Yeah! Then we captured it again, which totally stalled their offensive, and we won!

“You never looked to see if there were any Alliance attacking it or defending it, you just showed up and there was nobody there to stop you from taking it back. That’s not being a ninja, that’s being stupid and having dumb luck.”

We are a ninja; don’t take that away.

“You’re not a ninja; you’re a moron.”**

We took out their leader, a paladin who kept trying to take our graveyards, several times. We defended a lot.

“That paladin was a typical cockroach who you put Scorpid Sting on instead of Viper Sting.”

Really?

“YES! You didn’t even have Viper Sting on your action bar the entire night!”

Scorpid is pretty useless against a paladin…

“OH!? You don’t SAY?!”

No wonder he had so much mana…

“I’m ashamed to be related to you. You should sell your blog and give the proceeds to the Noob Society of America.”

Well, tonight we buy our Merciless Gladiator’s Helm thanks to all the honor we made yesterday!

“Fine. Just don’t screw up and buy the Shaman helm, OK?”

Honestly, we promise nothing.

** TJ approves this sentence.