[lord brazle]

Good man. Ya know, that's a story Gord needs to write a song about.

I totally agree. You can just imagine Gord belting out,
"Twenty pounds of dynamite! Nothin.
Wop May came. Wop May came.
'He can't get over the Richardsons.'...
'Well, sir, I hate to tell ya...'
Trapper gone mad!
Trapper gone mad!
Whoo!"