"Men, this is a dire time. The Grendels are running rampant and food supplies are low," said Captain Julius Swift. "Our finest warriors are already battling, our finest gardeners cultivating, and our finest butchers butchering." Captain Swift was a Bengal Norn, with stripes blacker than night, and more courage than any of his officers. "That is why I've called you here today," he said to his men. "Your mission is as follows: create a new, improved breed of norn." The scientists saluted him and marched off.
Later in the lab, the highest-ranking officer, Dennis Fletching, was baffled.
"How are we supposed to do this? I mean, this is a job for Einstein, not a team of geeky scientists!" Another officer, Markus Spitz, was considerably less confused.
"We just need a few different things, depending on what kind of Norn we'd like."
"We need a strong, smart Norn. Since you're so cocky, you can do it," said Fletching with a smirk.
"Fine," said Spitz. He collected the following things: one Grendel scale, one Grendel muscle, one Grendel tail, one Ettin hair, a Norn brain, a bunch of books, a Scorpio tail, and several other things.