Uncle Tharg is a Tyrannian who's quite generous with his money and time; he donates Neopoints to the poor, collects food to give to the hungry and watches over the village of Tyrammet with that nasty club of his.
Look out, there goes another one! I tell you, these kids and their go-carts.... In my day, we didn't tear around in fancy vehicles. We used handmade hang gliders. And we did okay, too. Why, I used to be quite the jumper back then...
Argh! Boulders have landed everywhere. I'd smash them all with my trusty club, but I have a picnic to organise for Tyrannian Toddlers. Help an old fellow out?
