I did not foresee at the time of writing the above^^^ that two proven average cruiserweight Geelong rucks would take Toby Nankervis out the back and acquaint him with the brutal reality of life and death but they did that. Battlers. Esava and Blicavs, mansplaining to our lone (cruiserweight) ruck.
It wasn't good.
A handy dinosaur would've laid down the law to those two frauds, but eh. Our only dinosaur is 1cm of graft away from extinct.
And so Toby got one of the worst hidings any ruck has ever had.