Grank: Hey, didn't you say this area was barren?

Hrok: I believe I did...I guess we have an unsualy dense exile here...

Grank: Oh well, maybe he'll take the hint and send us a blasted letter.

Hrok: Don't get your hopes up too high old man.

Grank: Old man this, old man that? The name is...just a second...I know the answer, I do! Uh...

Hrok: Penellope?

Grank: I could of sworn it was something different, but if you say so...