How @Anduin came to have a stomach ache is elucidated in a ballad written by me, which I originally posted in the "Behemoth" on @mlnevese's wall (that is probably the longest wall thread in the forum's history). The ballad is a parody on the poem "The Raven" by Edgar Allan Poe.
Here's an excerpt from it:
Though the gnome killed the Santa Claus, thinking that this was a great loss, To little children who won't get Santa's presents any more. However, he was but misled, for 'twas not Santa but his shade, And real Santa was not dead, and in he came through the door--- "That was my image, silly gnome! How could you this fact ignore?" Fell he laughing to the floor.
Then the ancient gnomish mummy, thought he had a queasy tummy, Seeing Santa still alive, rolling and laughing on the floor. "Are my eyes truly mistaken?!" said the gnome, his senses shaken, "Have I too much butter taken, eating taters more and more? Eating taters with a lot of butter in them, more and more? This I should promptly abhor!"
But the temptation of tater, made the gnome's mouth strongly water, "Forgive me, great Urdlen! For this I can't resist any more!" And so the gnome took spoon and plate, and swiftly the taters he ate, And not before it was too late, did he cease his eating chore, Eating till his little tummy swelled up like never before, And then he fell to the floor.
Santa now was keenly seeing, how the gnome brought his own ruin, Eating taters with a lot of butter in them more and more. "How could thou be fatter than me? What's your secret? Tell me, tell me! For truly I'm impressed by thee! So that now this gift is your!" Saying this, Santa took out a gift and placed it on the floor--- And inside were taters more!
The gnome now thought that he would make, something to cure his stomach ache, So he decided to bake cookies of many a flavour! But therein a ferret did lurk, sneaking in the shadowy dark, And all the cookies he did mark, while he hid behind the door--- Waiting there until the gnome was tired and began to snore--- And when the gnome woke up, the cookies were there no more.
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Here's an excerpt from it:
To little children who won't get Santa's presents any more.
However, he was but misled, for 'twas not Santa but his shade,
And real Santa was not dead, and in he came through the door---
"That was my image, silly gnome! How could you this fact ignore?"
Fell he laughing to the floor.
Then the ancient gnomish mummy, thought he had a queasy tummy,
Seeing Santa still alive, rolling and laughing on the floor.
"Are my eyes truly mistaken?!" said the gnome, his senses shaken,
"Have I too much butter taken, eating taters more and more?
Eating taters with a lot of butter in them, more and more?
This I should promptly abhor!"
But the temptation of tater, made the gnome's mouth strongly water,
"Forgive me, great Urdlen! For this I can't resist any more!"
And so the gnome took spoon and plate, and swiftly the taters he ate,
And not before it was too late, did he cease his eating chore,
Eating till his little tummy swelled up like never before,
And then he fell to the floor.
Santa now was keenly seeing, how the gnome brought his own ruin,
Eating taters with a lot of butter in them more and more.
"How could thou be fatter than me? What's your secret? Tell me, tell me!
For truly I'm impressed by thee! So that now this gift is your!"
Saying this, Santa took out a gift and placed it on the floor---
And inside were taters more!
The gnome now thought that he would make, something to cure his stomach ache,
So he decided to bake cookies of many a flavour!
But therein a ferret did lurk, sneaking in the shadowy dark,
And all the cookies he did mark, while he hid behind the door---
Waiting there until the gnome was tired and began to snore---
And when the gnome woke up, the cookies were there no more.