Uh, sure, you remember, Bloit, Blit, Chak, Flak, Grat and Wolsh.
Ah, thanks, now I’m up to speed.
(whispering)Dude, stop breaking the fourth wall!
(whispering and quickly)Ok, sorry.
Anyhow, after all we’ve done, they just haven’t caught on with the bloiting public. I mean sure, Mort got married and all, but that hasn’treally furthered our cause.
Where doth be Lacy, anyway?
Shes at home with the kids.
You mean… your dead-cowbies?
Scene flashes to Lacy with her dead-cowbies.
Leave your brother alone! You know his horns are about to fall off. Now pay attention. Today I’m going to teach you how to pick maggots out of your hooves.
Scene switches back to the docks. There is a pause, then
both Tauren shudder.
Right, well, look, I think it’s time we finished this whole swear-words