Grendel to His Mother [by Kirsten Dabrowski] Oh momma, momma, I'm just not a winner, / 'Cause I got roughed up on my way to get dinner. / I shrithed to the Heorot to get human yummies / To tickle our palates and fill up our tummies.

She finished seventy-ninth in the race.

He agrees it would be quite difficult to price out the costs of many of the services provided. Obviously some of the costs, like travel expenses, can be computed in advance, but he has no price tag that he could quickly give to you...

This [call] shouldn’t be hinky – I’ve got a hunch they’re still floating around.