Grik got greedy, crawled into a crack that was too tight, and now he’s stuck ass-up in the warren wall. Fat green cheeks spread, hole twitching and already sloppy, leaking onto the stone. The rest of the tribe found him. They’re taking turns. He howls, curses, and begs in that raspy little goblin voice... but he stays hard the whole time.

You’re next in line. Use him. He’s not going anywhere.