As centuries-old tensions boil to a head beneath the shelter of the ancient wood, legendary traveling minstrel Flughebii Phaeguv steps in to provide rousing accompaniment for the all-out barroom brawl to ensue. Racially-fueled grudges will be sparked into flame, compliments of none other than yours truly, the Triple-A Team. Tokas takes the gloves off, metaphorically speaking. Azlo wants very badly to put the gloves on, but in a more literal sense. Shabba nests.