“Here’s to you, Furios. I can always count on you for a good time. Even without your epicanthic folds you’re still one scrawny, weird lookin’ dude. But back to the toast…here’s to you, I love you man! Now please don’t use force lightning on me like last time.

To TuQ! my former office neighbor, my successor, and the galaxys biggest hat hoarder. You didn’t steal my job... I just misplaced it… right into your hands.

I may have hidden a few of your hats as revenge, but only because you’ve got enough to spare.

Heres to you, TuQ! May your hats stay stylish, and your old boss stay just tipsy enough to mean this sincerely. Cheers!

To Vincent Brujah!
My clanmate in ancient years and an indefatigable warrior -- may he live to snip the wires of many more bombs.

To Darth Renatus! A strong, capable, and benevolent leader. Without whom this team would fall apart and our chances at victory would disappear. He will make a find Grand Master when the time comes, and if I said any different he would have me exiled and murdered.

I hereby propose a toast to Kodais "Nemo" Solatus for his dedication to the button. May it forever be remembered that, despite all the times he blew up his comrades or defused their bombs, he pushed through the rage and kept clipping those beautiful wires, often defusing my own bombs and regrettably taking my points. He fought hard and raged hard, but he never gave up. May the odds ever be in his favor, and may he continue to clip more wires at the expense of both his comrades and his enemies. After all, another man's loss is another man's gain. Here, here!

Karracca, the old, fat wookie lumbered up to the dais, and cleared his throat. He spoke in soft low growls, with the cadence and tambre of fitting of a veteran diplomat.

"When I was asked to provide the toast for my Brother Kalen, I accepted right away. Amd not just because I owe the kid a life or anything, certainly not *laughter pause* but he is a fine man, and a loyal friend. His appointment as a Golden Envoy is a suprise to no one, as he has helped solve a few crisis situations without the need for force, along with a few that did, and he will help represent us well in his future endeavors on our behalf. Now just because he doesmt know a Sith from a Sindar, don't that fool you, he has a keen mind and a razor wit, so it is my pleasure to congratulate Ranger Kalen Joss on his appointment as a Golden Envoy in the Envoy Corps. To Kalen, hear hear" *applause*

Hear ye one and all, that auld cheer for the young blood here. I raise a glass to Seals, ever eager to aid, that ranine jester, whom in but a moment's passing can bestow unto me a sought-after Discord chat link, despite, and truth I swear this be, upon my honor, having only in the entirety of her life ever sent three E-mails before her joining of our fine Brotherhood. To you, Seals, may we always remember, and be gracious for your goodness!

To TuQ!

Regardless of how many competitions he may or may not have participated in, no-one can deny he has a really great hat!

Here's to you, TuQ!

A toast to Vincent Brujah, for his excellence in the first week of the buttonbowl, netting the Frogdogs major points! All hail the button king!

"Listen up!" called out the red-scaled reptilian humanoid.

Kindle stood up amongst the rowdy crowd gathered at the bar.

"To Vincent!" he states, holding his drink up. "May his arm never tire, may his wrist never sprain, may his finger never grow sore! And those who claim him to lack a life, may they remember this bastard took 3 damn days off at the end and they still could not surpass him!" he ended with a laugh.

To Brother Kalen Joss! May his ideas flow like the ocean and his fingers never ache from writing them down! May he be forever inspired and have fun!

Toast/roast of Socorra with her approval:

“Socorra, darling, you're not a person; you're a walking topographical map with all those scars and boobs the size of Tantiss. And let's not get started on the accent. It’s a cross between hard to understand and I know where to get the best price on Kesselian Spice. Then, the hair that’s not just anyone can pull off, the very expensive, involuntary highlights look. Honestly, Socorra, you're the only person in the galaxy who could walk into a cantina and have every person wonder if you're there for a fight, a smuggling deal, or a dramatic hair commercial.” Korvyn said out in a toast, raising his whiskey. “ And still, with all of that, somehow, you're the smartest woman in the room. Here's to Lady Erinos.”

This years Pro Bowl will be the thing of legend, savvy? Let us get stupid drunk and prepare to hammer the competitions home! Go Rotworms!

Here is to Azler, the one who drafted me to be a DogLog for the first time ever, I hope you do well! Also, #BeatKam!

To Knight Commander Doon. For being the bestest boy, I wish you all the nose boops, softest paws and Doony snacks. Boop

To Alzer, The Rabid Gremlin Shark, for keeping me company during the wee hours of the night during Week 1 button.

I would like to raise a bottle to Astralis Violentus.  He preformed nine sacks this Pro Bowl and even got two defensive touchdowns.  His peanut punch is something to be feared and he's got a some and knees made of durasteel.  I couldn't ask for a better defensive end and am glad to have him on my team.

Cheers!

Jenni, your competitive spirit rallies us all, and the competitive fire that you show out there inspires us all. Let's hear it for the Queen of the ROTWORMS!!!