But first things first. To the death! The cycle of life and death continues. We will live, they will die. A dead man, surely, no longer requires that water. Children, listen as the shadows cross your sleeping hutch, And the village sleeps away, streets emptied of the crowds, And the moons do balefully glare through the nightly clouds, And the graveyard's people rest, we hope, in eternal sleep, Listen and you'll hear the whispered tap of the footsteps creep, Then pray you'll never feel the Worm King's awful touch. Inconceivable! Діри? Слизької? Дім мій це! You can’t just skip ahead to where you think your life should be. Hey, come on. I had to change. Do you think I'm going back in that-that zoot suit? The old man really came through. It worked! I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.

Every flight begins with a fall.

I'll explain and I'll use small words so that you'll be sure to understand, you warthog faced buffoon.