Young man, all great adventurers should enjoy a moment of brief respite.
Silence! My fleet departs at the break of dawn.
The fourth letter of the basic modern Latin alphabet that represents the voiced alveolar or voiced dental plosive followed by the eleventh letter of the aforementioned alphabet representing the voiceless velar plosive. These initials are used to describe the sizeable mammal of the eponymous genus "Gorilla" who refers to himself as an ass.
I should inform you that the act you have committed is outlawed by the Kingdom of this land.
Standing but a few paces from us is the one who forsook his oath of loyalty to us, my king!
Well, ah-hoo ah-hoo-- It appears I have happened upon the surging source of our electrostatic insufficiencies suffered as of late! You are no doubt aware of the colloquial platitude uttered under such occurrences; in that all crisping apparatuses parch leavened dough to ones dialed in specifications!
Greetings, sir. Unfortunately, I must forcefully request that you abdicate that visible mass of liquid droplets or frozen crystals made of water or various chemicals suspended in the atmosphere above the surface of a planetary body as it belongs to me.
Ah young man. I am famished enough to consume an Okutarokku!
We certainly fell prey to the opposition's finely instrumented strategy!
Oh fuck, why haven't I seen this before? Marvelous stuff.
Once upon you have fully completed janitorial duties upon the floors of our fair kingdom, then we shall discuss conditions in which reprieve for your transgressions may be lessened in your favor!
Banish him to the cells!
By the Nine! You are the the best combatant! I am in awe that you are not recumbent beside me!
Regrettably I must inform you that all wares must be paid for in the correct amount of monies up front. I suggest returning when you have a higher value of treasures stored up for yourself.
> Blaarg, finally some fresh fucking air! Do either of
you cock-clobbering jackaninnies realize just how fucking long I've
been held captive here?! Seven God damned years, you couple of all
Italian American pork-swashbuckling fuck-knobs! And that
motherfucking castle reeked like old Yagermeister liquor bottles
and Richard Simmons workout tapes! But hey, I do suppose you both
deserve some sort of reward for encumbering such a long and
treacherous journey, so what say the two of you join me behind that
tree off to the right to enjoy a positively splendid and hard earned
picnic, with some delightful chamomile tea and hot buttered biscuits!