What the helvete did you just say about me, you little grossling? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Norwegian hunters and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on Leaftroll, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in guerilla warfare and I’m the most best troll hunter in the entire Norwegian army. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before in the Known World, mark my words. You think you can get away with saying that to me over the radio? Think again, kid. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of pyromaniacal sparkly cleansers across Norway and your signal is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, grossling. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the Cat-tank and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable crew off the face of the continent, you little dritt. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you idiot. Emil will drop flames all over you and you will drown in it. You’re dead, kiddo.
