I soon found myself nuked for 170 and 217, and stabbed for 93. The 217 finished me off.
The GM was summoning orc shamen and skellys to "aid" him in his quest to destroy all rogues, and even though a wizzie was AoEing his pets, he decided he didn't like me in my rubi-red armor.
What a time for my meathead brother to be up on Velious... :/
Fortunatly there are neither bulls nor cows in Norrath since all Norrath's milk is obtained from the Plane of Milk.
Plenty of rats, though.
(I dunno. But that was one damn funny movie. "You can milk pretty much anything with nipples." "I have nipples. Could you milk me?")