Don't tell me! That sunken skull - I would know it anywhere! You are Flathead! The human battering ram, who knocked down the great door of castle ragnor!
[points to Chum Chum] And you! Stand stalwart and strong, though clearly your legs were pulled off by a fearsome 8-armed kracken. You are Half-legs! Long have the bards; sung your praises.
[gasps] Ooh... And I just ate a gummy fish from there. [Thorvald gets up from his chair, runs over to Fanboy, whispers to him, then runs back to his chair] Thorvaldia!
THORVALD THE RED IS NOT WRONG! It is your map that is wrong! Why, it's not even the right shape! [squashes the globe flat with his hammer] That is the shape of the world!
I'm not your serv- [Thorvald chops off the top of Lenny's hat with his battle axe, as the top of the hat slips and falls off; gets out a plate of mutton] You want cheese on that mutton? [smiles nervously]
[looks around] He's right! Where are the golden horns of Limpska?! And the shields of Flubenklaven?! THIS ISN'T VALHALLA, MEN! WE'VE BEEN TRICKED! [starts going on a rampage in the Frosty Mart]