Bob and Pumbaa were mulling around the Playhouse while Durrack was off somewhere else. Some of the Guild members had rented rooms, and seemed to be enjoying themselves.
     The day was like any other, lots of yelling, chasing through the halls, teaching the rules of Peggum and getting ready to enjoy some real food (Bob has a changed mentality towards food now). Pumbaa wandered into the kitchen,
     "Where's dinner?"
     "Not ready yet. Have you seen my brand new meat cleaver?"
     "No, why?"
     "Because just this week I put it right here in the wall, and now it's not here."
     "Well this is a new kitchen, maybe you just put it down somewhere and forgot to put it back into the wall. Maybe you put it in your room. I know that you still haven't gotten used this new kitchen. Just keep your eyes open and gimme food."
     "I can't give you food until I find my knife!"
     "So use an old one."
     "My old ones were used to cut the stones for this building."
     "Oh, well then at your convenience," Pumbaa sarcastically declared, just before dogding a large mass of boiled skin.
     Bob kept looking for his knife.