"I'm dying."
"Yer not dyin', Much. Now just shut up, will you? My 'ead is poundin' somethin' awful."
"I don't know what you two are complaining about. I can't even string my bow without a snee…uh…snee…uh choo!"
"Oi! Watch where you're pointin' that thing."
"Well at least the lot of you can breave. I'm bigger'n all of you. I need more air."
"Like we don't need air?"
"Of course we need air, Much. That's not what John's say…choo!"
"Could ye maybe sneeze a bit quieter?"
"Will all of you stop complaining so I can sleep? My throat is raw and I've got to finish the bassinet for the Grays later."
"Men! Some big heroes you are, brought down by a little cold."
A/N: Hope you liked. The Nottingham crew will be next!