Now these are not my own statements but rather from assorted sources as you can see
here:
Some people like to eat frog's legs. Lofwyr likes to eat lizard legs. Hence, anacondas.
Thousands of years ago Lofwyr came across an elf. It was so terrified that it fled south into the Wyrmwood. It was also so terrified that all of its descendants are now bitchy emo people.
Lofwyr doesn't fly. He pushes the Earth down.
Lofwyr does not take play dice with the universe. He dictates the outcome.
Superman crushes coal in his hand to make a diamond, Lofwyr crushes African nations to dig for diamonds in his mines.
Lofwyr found gold while picking his nose.
Lofwyr doesn't play god. Playing is for children.
The original draft of The Lord of the Rings featured Lofwyr instead of Smaug. It was only 5 pages long, as Smaug ate the halfing's ass and bankrupted Sauron halfway through the first chapter.
A high tide means Lofwyr is flying over your coast. The tide is caused by God pissing his pants.
Lofwyr doesn't believe in Australia.
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Then there was the time a buddy of mine cross Ol' Goldie
here:
While tooling around in Europe our group discovered Lofwyr had standing reservations under Herr Brackhaus for several posh restaurants and clubs in different cities. Imagine it was so nobody knew when or where he might turn up.
Our face must have been feeling a bit cheeky and took to turning up at some of these spots with a date in tow, taking the Herr Brackhaus reservation. Now these kind of places even celebrities have to fight tooth and nail to just get onto a list, thus impressing his date with his 'connections' to breeze them in right to a table.
As most did not know exactly what Herr Brackhaus looked like plus most would not dream of someone passing themselves like this he got away with it for a good while.
At least until the day the Big L and Herr Bracky turned up for a meeting right in the middle of the face's meal with a leggy redhead from the Tir.
Sure do miss that guy....
All of which is why we work where we are, tweaking Loffie's golden snout.