"Sven? Get the cart, now!"
"This is my last job Jens. My beard's getting too white for this shit."
"That's not my raven."
"Frieda? What did you put in... in the mead... "
"Then we reverse up the fjord, let it all blow over and we're home in time for wenching, and songs about wenching."
"Wait, this hoard belongs to Olaf Bloodaxe? The Olaf Bloodaxe?"
"Pull over lads, it's a longship."
4 comments:
I want a raven. Am I the only person to have wanted to nick one from the tower?
I don't think I'll ever get over having been a goth.
Ex-goths rule. It was a sad day when I finally threw out my eyeliner, even though I hadn't used it for about five years...
And no, I've always wanted two ravens, actually. One for each shoulder.
Ooh I want a raven. Or a crow. And I'll call it Douglas.
I always fancied a dove. In a platonic sense.
I look forward to the fillum, by the way.
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