So this Dwarf is getting is liquid breakfast at the inn in Ironforge, when in walks his happy little Gnome friend, looking full of bounciness!
The Dwarf says, "Who put sunshine in yer brew?" and the Gnome says "Well, a gentlemen doesn't tinker and tell... but I had an absolutely magical evening last night."
Gnome: "I was looking for some ore in the Deadmines, and of all things I found a Blood Elf maiden who'd been surrounded by those Defias brutes and was trapped in a mining cart!"
Dwarf: "What did yeh do?"
Gnome: "Well I had to shuffle off a few of those ruffians, with the help of some precisely placed shaped charges and applications of force... I was able to do just that."
Dwarf: (Sipping his ale and slapping the Gnome on the back) "at's ther spirit! Back in the big one, my gran'father the sapper always said..."
Gnome: (interrupting) "So I took her back to my apartment here - she had no where else to go, you see. And again, I don't mean to brag but....."
Dwarf: (gulping more ale and leaning in closely, his bloodshot eyes widening) "hmmmMMMM?"
Gnome: "As we engineers say, we 'broke in' every room in my economy flat."
Dwarf: "AYEEEEE! At's wot I like ter hear. So tell me... Woz she one of them pretteh ones, with the long yella hair an' eyes as green as ther grass in Dun Baldur?"
Gnome: "I don't know! I never found her head."