I weild the Blade of Le’gume whose bite still recalls the savour of my mortal foe To’foo. It hungers anew. Wilst thou fight me, oh pretender to the throne
I weild the Blade of Le’gume whose bite still recalls the savour of my mortal foe To’foo. It hungers anew. Wilst thou fight me, oh pretender to the throne
Nice try, Beanith! But we both know that only the first-born daughter has the right to rule Beegtoot, which is your sister Beantrice. So put down your wall-hanger sword and stop with the whole LARPing nonsense, you damn nerd!
You don’t understand me mum you NEVER UNDERSTOOD ME
Put your toy sword down, NOW! Or else you will be sent to your bedchamber without having slop-pie for dinner.