Words of the Constant
Stand aside, I'll have this done in no time!
"By the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes!"
"Death, a necessary end, will come when it will come," but not today, my allies!
"You scullion! You rampallian! You fustilarian! I'll tickle your catastrophe!"
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Back, wee speared creatures!
Our vessel hath sprung a leak!
A Viking shalln't abandon her ship!
Urg! I must master the curved weapon.
Fear! I hath bested you!
By Hel's fire!
To me, beastie!
I can repair this.
I must seek out more ingredients!
I fear 'tis beyond me at this time.
I hath not yet discovered how to make such a thing.
'Tis too far from the festivities!
Fie! The cursed thing won't leave me!
By Odin, wake up!
No! You musn't hesitate!
Quicken thine step, rodent!
Foolish vegetable, the race is that way!
Thou cannot trust a vegetable to do anything right.
Onward, to victory!
Rocks shall rain from on high!
This is fine.
Show yourself!
Coward!
Brrr! Where are my furs!
I fear I'm going to lose my way!
A well-rested warrior am I!
I lack the provisions.
Slick for battle.
A worthy foe approaches.
'Tis the lights of Valhalla?
Back to merely my usual level of fearsomeness.
I... suppose I was unworthy.
The tides have turned for the wetter.
I've lost my defensive advantage!
I fear my defense against sleep hath weakened.
I think I've done my share.
Be banished, beastly blight!
The sun is setting, darkness waits nearby.
Meat makes my heart sing!
This is not food befitting a warrior.
Ohh, I don't feel well.
Ugh, fresh is better.
That was stale beast.
This food is not befitting a warrior.
Tis more than enough to share!