Thieving Little Pluckers

I don't have the most glamorous job in the world. I do not concern myself with matters of war or the deep mysteries of the halls of Uldum or what have you. I am in charge of these grounds... and these grounds grow dates. Now, these little date-plucking mongrels have gotten gutsy enough to stand on each other's shoulders to try and steal my precious fruit. I will not stand for this. Take this mallet, crafted by the titans, blessed by the sun-kings and who-knows-what-else and smash the runts!