What-what the ♥♥♥♥ did you just ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ say about me, you little beard-thing? I'll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Stormvermin, and I've been involved in numerous secret raids on Karak Eight Peaks, and I have over 300 confirmed dead beard_thingies. I am trained in gorilla warfare and I'm the top -top jezzail in the entire Under-Empire. You are nothing to me but just another prize. I will wipe you the ♥♥♥♥ out with precision the like- likes of which has never been seen before in the old world, yes-yes. You think you can get away with saying that ♥♥♥♥ to me over the underway? Think again, dwarf. As we speak I am contacting Clan Eshin and your Dwarfhold is being found right now so you better prepare for the warpstorm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You're ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ dead, dwarf, yes yes. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill-kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that's just with my bare paws. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of Clan Skryre and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable hold off the face of the old world, you beard filth. If only you could have known what unholy retribution of the great horned one your little "clever" grudge was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your tongue-tongue. But you couldn't, you didn't, and now you're paying the price, you ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ idiot. I will bring warpstone poison all over you and you will drown in it. You're ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ dead, dwarf, yes yes