Corgul’s island is attacked on a daily basis, sometimes several times a day. Many would say that he deserves it – throwing loud parties in the middle of the night, hanging his unmentionables all along the beach, and sending rude smoke signals into the sky all the time.

Corgul would argue that it is his island, and he can hang his washing wherever he pleases – and you’re just jealous that you never get invited to his parties.

In any case, he’s had enough, and he’s summoned every relative he has who is still talking to him – which isn’t very many. They’ve gathered in defence of his treasures, and believe they’re enough to keep you far, far away from the island.

*laughs*