I'd Better Eat Worms

Cohan sat under a leaky bridge, waiting for people that never come. His wife Michae said he should have gone in with him when you had the chance. Cohan fumbled for his tobacco pouch and held out the bag smoke. He strolled towards the far end of the bridge, swinging his sword from one hand. The troll padded after him. 'Since when could we afford to eat worms? Can we have a word?' Said coan.