Mediocre Moose Maulings!!

Orpheus' face is a red bruise of pain. You finish off by punching him in the nose a few times.

"If we melt the hammers into a trophy, and then offer it to the norse gods as an offering of peace, maybe they'll back off for once and learn to shave, and not make out with eachother in a horrible uncensored montage of incestuous filth."

Nate and Jane, who were watching all this while eating popcorn, let out a cough.
"Maybe you could .....not be the one who talks to them this time."

"Why?"

"You are very unpleasant towards the norse," Nate pointed out with one vile finger of androidyness.

"Do you have something against Norwegians or something?"

"What? No...NO!...okay I admit it, I hate them. Who do they think they are being pale and tall? As dictator of the world I want them all dead. AND WHY AREN'T YOU DANCING ORPHEUS?? GET OFF OF THE GROUND!"

Orpheus slunked up, wobbling slightly in his monkey costume, and resumed his dancing, with tears flooding from him.

"Look, Zelda, I'm concerned about you being a racist against Norwegians. Maybe you should seek therapy."
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