Lobo Lobo came over, striding purposefully, a whistle around his neck. He also had a pass attached, that read COACH, Lobo Lobo… he carried a large duffel bag.

“Hmmmm Lobo Lobo… you seem awfully chipper and sprightly this morning. What’s up?”

“See men, Dikuna, as you know I’m a natural athlete… (he stopped meaningfully for me to nod vociferously).”