A/N: And now we interrupt your regularly scheduled program to annoy you and be generally irritating.
A heavily armored orc warrior with an axe the size of a gnome kneeled inside his hut as he repeated-once again-his name and title.
"I am Malcazador, Master of arms, destroyer of alliance, conqueror of towns, Hunter of dragons, the executioner of traitors, the-"
"LEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERROOOOOOOOOOOOOOYYY JENKINS!!!!!"
A dwarf ran into the hut, and began running around Malcazador. Then the dwarf grabbed the chicken on the spit and ran out.
"COME HERE YOU!!" Malcazador shouted running after the dwarf.
A/N: Thank you, Ollie