You tap Jorb on the elbow, which is about as close to his shoulder as you can reach. The large bodyguard turns, a disinterested look on his chiseled face.

Gulping back a squeak, you say...

	A. "Hello." B. "That's a mighty big loin cloth you are wearing." C. "What's an Ogre like you doing in a dive like this?" D. "Did you just loose over 300 pounds in under two minutes?" E. Pick Jorb's pockets? F. "Goodbye."