With my mighty orcish war axe I do, so passionately caress the soft flesh of your face. For it is I, Gluknok the Brave, the most powerful BattleGnome in all of Naark. You sing to me beautiful chaotic melodies of your pain that soothe my soul, paint upon the frozen snow such beautiful spirals of blood, it is as if if was your destiny to fall here. I can think of no better joy than to see such deep blue eyeballs imploding as yours o, or to hear the crunching and cracking of your skull under this mighty steel.