No pictures, but how about a little poem starring the Viking Kitties?
When trolls are about, there's a definite smell,
And they've a hugh series problem - they never can spell!
From the depths of DU, they crawl towards the light
Trying to spread their message of venom and spite.
Like a moose on the loose or a Limberger cheese,
Their presence intrudes like a storm-driven breeze;
With hit and run tactics, they post and then run
Leaving "clean up on aisle #" as a chore to be done.
But Viking Kitties patrol, sniffing out whiffs of stale cheese
And any troll lurking about will be brought to their knees -
With a crackle and flash and a loud zapping ZOT,
The Viking Kitties all laugh and the Troll is ... NOT.