No worries. I’m just pulling your leg… or somethin’ like that
Uh… rats have brains. So, technically, I’ve tried brains.
Chän shrugs
Thanks for your time,
Chän
No worries. I’m just pulling your leg… or somethin’ like that
Uh… rats have brains. So, technically, I’ve tried brains.
Chän shrugs
Thanks for your time,
Chän
I happened across one of those… rat… fox… whatever things last night. It was tryin’ ta get into Gallina Winery after business hours. I laid it out with one quick blow of me mace. When I looked closer at tha crumpled body I realized it wasn’t Chan. It was one of the scourge.
Asked meself how it got passed all the people in Trade District then chuckled and headed home.
For the Alliance!
(Seriously, that scourge dropped a quest. What level do I need to be to accept it? Thanks for your time and consideration.)
Rat brains don’t count
Pfft - as if it would be me, you daft Dwarf! What were you thinkin’? I don’t need to commit petty blue-collar crimes to get by!
(Probably level 50, but I don’t know for sure).
You weren’t specific.
Thanks for your time,
Chän
I was talking about mushy humanoid brains. I hear vulpera brains are quite the delicacy, by I have yet to try them. Perhaps I could sample yours?
Ya festerin’ Simpson cosplay, how many times ya gon’ be threatenin’ ya own allies?
Ok so we’re all in agreement that we have to do something about the rat infestation growing in central Orgrimmar.
Under my leadership, I will make Azeroth great again, and also, bring peace to all of Durotar.
Vote Mortignis RP leader 2020 MAGA
There was no threat. Merely a request
…I don’t get it: you’re already dead, and you have no sense of taste, so why are you eating anything at all?
That’s already been dealt with, Mort. WE Vulpera dealt with it. You a little slow on the uptake, huh sport?
Can a corpse run for office?
Thanks for your time,
Chän
Ya, an’ callin’ genocide da night before was nothin’?
KILL ALL VULPERA
Big talk comin’ from a guy that was passed around by dem dawgs… you lookin’ for a round two, Heltor?
Bruh, y’all live in wagons covered in rotten vulpera tails…
In memory of dem little souls lost.
An’ not rotten, ya livin’ booger! What fool don’ know taxidermy in dis land?
Hanging dead animals on the wall is beneath me I guess.
And I’m def not hanging up goblin hides…
Nah, ya just melt ya dead down in ya black goop to make more bombs an’ messes 'round da world.
First of all, they’re not rotten. Last I checked, fur doesn’t rot. Secondly, those are the tails of the WEAK. You see, “Mr. Gobbo of the Horde”, where we come from, only the STRONG survive. We don’t keep the frail alive on life-support - we throw them on the grill. Hey - when you’re livin’ in a desert, a feast is a feast!
We’re hanging up fur, not rotting carcasses. Way to exaggerate.
Thanks for your time,
Chän
…And what better way to remember a loved one than to keep their tail and eat their body, am I right?
Y’all been stuck with those Trolls too long…
Nah… we just been survivin’ in a desert.