It was now tomorrow, the day has come for the Dreamies to prepare for any kind of fight. Most of them knew that Zenith's choice of warriors was far-fetched and too risky. Especially when sending children out onto a battlefield who have no combat experience whatsoever and are, in fact, too old for standing against monsters that could, without a doubt, easily kill them them with one hit. But what could they do? They knew better than to argue against the matter. It was only a matter of time.
Amos had an assortment of weapons and guns that he'll need. But there was too many for him to bring along, too many for him to carry everywhere. So he settled with a couple of small hand-held guns and FN FNC assault rifle. Truth to be told, Amos was a soldier back in the day before he was hired by the I.C.R.A.A.C. to represent for the DreamWorks Animation characters.
9:11 PM.
Time to assemble the team, he thought to himself. How time flies by quick. With his weapons gathered, he walked out the door of his apartment and went next door to grab his neighbor and associate. From inside, Jack was on FaceTime with Tooth from back in her palace.
"It just seems odd that you out of all of us have to help fight for Disney." Tooth voiced her concern for her boyfriend's wellbeing from the iPad screen.
"You're not jealous are you?" Jack asked, raising an eyebrow.
"No! I'm just worried. I mean, you're like younger than us. Well, technically, not child-young, but you know what I mean." Tooth said as she watched over her mini fairies doing their work.
"Everything going the usual over there?" Jack noted. "Those fairies are pretty hard at work."
"Oh, you know me." joked Tooth playfully. "I'm such a busybody. But as I was saying, who knows if these ink creatures as they claimed try to kill you? Who's gonna cuddle with me at night? Who's gonna-?"
There came a rap at the door as the knocks echoed throughout Jack's apartment, the immediate sounds of the recursive banging silenced the two Guardians in the mid-conversation. As disruptive as it was, Jack knew it was probably that time. Time to get ready for the war.
"That's gotta be Amos. Well, I guess I better get going." Jack said to his girlfriend on his iPad.
"Okay, you be careful out there, understand? I love you." Tooth leaned forward and blew him a kiss through the screen, making Jack giggle and blew her a kiss back.
"Love you too." The FaceTime chat ended there as Jack grabbed his things and his staff before heading over to answer the door. He opened it and there was Amos as he expected.
"Did I come at a bad time?" He asked.
"I was in the middle of a video chat with my girl." Jack answered.
"Well, let's going, then." Amos said as he walked out with Jack towards his car parked outside the apartment complex.
"Assuming that I believe we have a shot at this, who's gonna be in our group?" Jack asked his neighbor.
"Enough people who can come to battle, fight for good and go home saying "We did it!". Does that answer your question?" Amos responded in monotone as they entered the car.
"There must be some other people willing to fight the Disneys' battles." reasoned Jack.
"Don't you worry now. I know me a few people to assist us." Amos said.
In the bayous of the Okefenokee Swamp in Florida, there sat the lonely cabin belonging the family of Shrek, which stood in the edge of a mirky, alligator-infested river and the one way to get to it was by boat, which was tied to its peer. It wasn't similar to the home Shrek owned from the movies, but it was still accommodate for them nonetheless. Surrounded by bugs like mosquitoes and alligators and spiders and filthy waters, it was definitely like home. Shrek was in the bedroom grabbing some weapons suitable for battle situations which will be necessary when needed. His wife entered the room and placed her hands on her husband's shoulders with visible worry written on her face.
"Do you need to go?" Fiona asked him. "Who's gonna help feed the kids?"
"I want to remain here as much as you do, but I don't have any option." Shrek reminded her. "Besides, you're good at multitasking, right?"
"Yes, but it's better doing it with you." Fiona exhaled the stress from her brain through her nostrils and mouth to speak more calmly as she could. "Look, what if you die out there? It'll be just me and the babies. I don't want them to grow up without a father in their lives."
"I'm not going to die. I'm a strong person. Ogres are never easily taken down. Well, there might have been some setbacks, but other than that, I'll try to stay confident." Shrek explained to her.
"Okay." Fiona nodded her head. She wanted to believe him, but every molecule in her body was telling her that hoping for the best would be all for naught. A knock on the door came forward and it was that signal to remind the green ogre that now was the time. Shrek went to answer the door and there stood Amos.
"Hope you're ready, big man." He remarked.
"Aye, I am." Shrek nodded. "Surprise that you managed to come all the way over here."
"Well, we had to rent a boat to sail a river full of alligators and annoying bugs." Amos came out with false modesty. There was the boat they sailed in at the cabin's dock where Jack waited.
"Is that him, honey?" Fiona arrived at the door to join her husband to find Amos there.
"How are we today, Mrs. Shrek?" asked Amos with a sarcastic smile.
"My husband is going to fight ink creatures from God knows where. How do you think it is?" asked Fiona firmly.
"Yeah, yeah. Come on, Shrek."
Amos gestured Shrek outside as he gave his wife one last kiss goodbye. The two hopped aboard the wooden boat sitting afloat the moss-tainted water and then they were off to recruit the rest of their team.
Tim Templeton had always wondered what it was like to be an actual warrior. Not like the warriors from his fantasies where he would save his parents from life-threatening situations in which he was either a spy, a scuba diver, an astronaut, an adventurer, you name it. But in actuality, this was not one of those turn of events where he gets to be a brave and noble hero where he saves everyone's live and has a happy ending where it was just him, his parents and Boss Baby. Even he had to face that. Tim would be a sitting duck, having to face real-life dangers and the risk of getting killed were infinite. While he sat there on his bed, surrounded by his toys and his wizard-themed alarm clock, which he name "Wizzie", the idea of going up against real monsters spun around in his head like a illness waiting to occur. What was a boy his age to do? The light creek of the door opening cut off his thoughts and he quickly turned to see his baby brother, Theodore/Boss Baby, standing there in his little black suit with an unmistakable look of sadness on his big, blue eyes.
"Hey." He greeted in his mature, masculine voice that only an adult in his late forties would have. He slowly walked over to Tim's bed, hands in his pockets. "It's really a shame that you have to go out there in dead of night. Pardon the expression, but someone wise enough has to face facts."
He grunted with effort as he struggled to climb up onto the bed. After a few tries, he finally made it and sat on the bed with his back turned to Tim.
"You're not helping." Tim muttered.
"You know, maybe I should go." suggested Boss Baby, making Tim turn to face the adult-minded infant with confusion. "I mean, look at me. I got the suit, the skills and the smarts. I think can handle an ink monster or two."
"But you're a baby who gets his intelligence from a milk formula that doesn't last long." Tim reminded him.
"So?" Boss Baby sounded insulted for a brief moment. "Okay, I get it. I'm just as vulnerable as you are."
"Tim! Amos is here!" His father shouted from downstairs.
Tim sighed and got up from his spot on the bed to head down the steps with Boss Baby following close behind. Sure enough, Amos was sitting in the living room with his parents and the dark-skinned human man shifted his eyes toward the pre-pubescent toon boy arriving on time.
"There he is." Amos grinned.
"Do I really have to go?" asked Tim with an understandable amount of fear in his voice.
"Yeah. Zenith's orders. But don't worry. Think of it as a vacation or whatever to the moon or the Amazon. I'll be there with you. You're gonna need some kind of adult looking after you."
"Uh, pardon me." Boss Baby raised his hand to get the human's attention. "With all due respect, I really think I should go with him. If you haven't noticed, I have the intellect of an adult."
"You don't count, shorty." Amos hissed, crossly.
"Amos!" Janice barked in a motherly scolding manner.
"No, he has a point. I'm just as good as meat out there." Boss Baby said in his usual cool voice, pretending to be okay with it.
"We should probably get going. We have a lot more members to pick up. Come on, Tim." Amos mused as he grabbed Tim's hand and led him to the front door. Janice and Ted stopped them before Amos could even reach the doorknob.
"Wait!" Janice exclaimed and snatched up her baby boy, hugging tightly in a protective embrace with her mother bear instincts kicking in tenfold. "Stay safe out there, Tim. Come home in one piece, you hear me?"
"Yeah, I hear you, mom." Tim told her.
"We'll miss you, champ." His father said.
"It won't be the same without you here, Leslie." Boss Baby told him, using his middle "girly" name as joke.
"You too, Lindsey."
Before they left, Boss Baby handed him Senior Squeaky; something to remind him of home.
"He's in good hands. Nothing will become of him." Amos recited soothing words to the worrisome parents before picking Tim up and carrying him out to the car where Jack, Shrek, Po, Chel, Megamind and Moses were already. Amos put Tim in the middle seat where he sat next to Chel.
Meanwhile, in Piqua, Ohio, Harold and George were in their treehouse together; their own home away from home. Easy to get to since they both live next door to each other. They've always been together ever since they first meet in kindergarten and they haven't been apart at any point from there. They made comics together, they pulled pranks together around Jerome Horwitz Elementary School to amuse the students while getting in their principal, Benjamin Krupp's hair. If threatening to split them up by placing them in separate classes. The two hellions why wondering if Zenith should've picked Captain Underpants as a better choice. But it goes without saying that Krupp's heroic alter-ego is virtually useless in practically anything and does more damage than assistance needed. But if that wasn't enough, but given his lack of common sense or logical thinking, Captain Underpants is more zero than hero.
"This sucks!" Harold complained with anger, throwing a bouncy ball, which, of course, ricocheted all over the wooden walls of the treehouse. George ducked and grabbed it before it went too far.
"Now calm down, Harold. I know it's hard that we have to be apart, but we'll still be in touch. Besides, I'm sure you won't be gone forever." assured George.
"You don't know that. What if I…..? You know." Harold's trailed off to display his absolute fear that he may or may not die.
"Toons don't go down as easily as humans, according to the book on cartoon physiology." George explained.
"Since when are you all smarty-pants?" Harold retorted.
"Gotta know when to do my homework, dude." shrugged George.
"Okay." Harold sighed and rubbed his head.
"If somehow I don't make it through this, I'd like you to take over the Treehouse Comix, making millions of funny comics and make lots of people laugh." said Harold, looking at his friend directly in the eye.
"I solemnly swear to do so. But if if you really did die, but I don't think I will live with myself afterwards, but who knows?" George added to his promise.
"George. Harold." called out Amos from below.
The two boys approached the red curtain that acted as a doorway to their treehouse and pushed it aside to reveal the man himself standing there in George's backyard with Jack.
"It's time to go, you two." Jack reminded them.
"Well, this is it, Harold." said George as he placed a hand on his friend's shoulder. "Take good care and stay alive."
"Now, hold up. You both are coming along." Amos then informed.
"What?!" The duo shrilled at once from both shock and glee that they won't be apart from each other. "But Zenith said-"
"I don't give a shit what fisher boy said. I ain't Krupp and I ain't one to split two best buddies up. So you both are coming with us." explained Amos with firm strictness in his tone.
"Yes!" Harold cheered as he and George both climbed down from their treehouse and followed Amos and Jack to their car. "So you've come all the way over here from Iceland, huh?"
"It wasn't a steady trip across the Atlantic." Amos replied.
"If you let jet lag slow you down." Jack added in regards to Amos's statement.
Amos pulled up to the Jerome Horwitz Elementary School, the birthplace of every young child's nightmares. He told the two pranksters that he's going to have Captain Underpants look out for them, much to their dismay. Amos entered the building and then the fat principal's voice blared over the intercom.
"Attention, students. This year's science convention is this week. So be here with your invention on Saturday afternoon." Krupps announced. After that. Amos heard a chorus of exasperated groans all over the schools. The students and staff were rather displeased by their principal's annoying unfairness over this school's academic intel, but then he started talking again.
"I know it's a little late on a Saturday, but don't worry. You should have time to finish by 9:00…." Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. "...PM!"
But they all groaned again and Amos was not fond of the mean-spirited principal. He made his way over to the principal's office and passed the science class where Professor Poopypants was teaching and that irritating little kiss-ass Melvin Sneedly was eagerly taking notes with a stupid smile on his face as opposed to the rest of his classmates.
"Can't believe he's still working here, even after trying to turn to students into humorless zombies." muttered Amos as he passed the receptionist lady and entered Krupp's office without permission, not that he needed it, of course.
"Wha-? Oh, Amos." Krupp greeted with a smug smile. "What an unexpected surprise."
"Hey there, jackass." Amos plopped himself on the chair in front of the fat principal.
"Excuse me?!"
"So here's the low-down, chief." began Amos, ignoring Krupp's insulted yelp. "I'm bringing your two troublemakers along and therefore, I'm bringing you along to keep a watchful on them."
"Me? Look after those two rodents?" Krupp shrieked. "I don't think so."
"Well, they need an adult watching over them and I can't watch over all the kids that Zenith is foolishly sending out to fight maniacs."
"Ugh, Fine! But who's gonna substitute me?" exclaimed Krupp.
"Have your Prof. P take care of it. I'm sure he'll take good care of the kids and keep them in line." Amos suggested sardonically.
"How do we know he won't attempt another anti-humor plague, not that I really care at all." Krupp demanded, albeit nervously at that last bit.
"We'll just have to trust him."
"You want me to watch after those two and I'll do everything in my power to make sure they are controlled and not laughing at me behind my back!" Krupp cried.
"I'm gonna regret this." Amos sighed and shook his head.
"Regret wh-?"
SNAP!
Once Amos snapped his fingers, both Krupp's mind and personality immediately morphed from crazy, hot-headed, fun-hating principal to dim-witted, but friendly superhero, Captain Underpants, who stripped down to his underwear, sending his clothes flying in all directions, his pants falling on an annoyed Amos's head, tossing his toupee away as if it were nothing and tying a red cape around his neck before making his heroic stance.
"Traa-laa-laaaaaaaaa!" cheered Captain Underpants, raising his finger into the air.
"Regretting this already." murmured Amos, throwing the pants away.
The National Aquarium at Washington D.C. was a fun and exciting place to bring your families to. But that's only to the humans and non-aquatic toons, if you will. To the fishes there, it's like an everyday job. Despite being stared at by a bunch of people and little kids, it was life for them, even though the environment they were in was artificially-made to made them feel like they were in the ocean. Among these fishes are Oscar and Lenny. Normally, it would be risky to put a Great White Shark in the same tank as smaller fish, since they were infamous predators. But they made an exception for Lenny. Because let's face it. He was a vegetarian and is strictly against the killing and eating of other living creatures.
"Look at that tiny fishie, mommy! It's so cute!" cried a young child about 6-years old to her mother.
"It sure is, sweetie." The mother encouraged.
Said fish, Oscar, rolled his eyes at this kind of attention. Sure, he was used to the prattle and whims humans made when observing him and the rest of his tank-mates, but hearing a kid call him "cute" was just too much.
"Yeah, laugh it up, kid. I'm really flattered." barked Oscar sarcastically.
"Hey, calm down, bud." Lenny told him. "She's only six."
Oscar's only response was a scoff of annoyance as he swam along with the tank with Lenny in tow.
"Have a swim at the aquarium, they said. It'll be great, they said. They're be lots of people, they said." ranted Oscar softly, but irate. "God! Of all the places I.C.R.A.A.C. put us, it had to be in the local aquarium right here in Washington. If I had a dollar for every cent the I.C.R.A.A.C. had, I'd be richer than Hugh freakin' Hefner! Not only that, but we get the tank right next to the crab habitat. And by "crab", I literally mean " crab "."
He spoke out the last word out with disdain and venom. Unfortunately, the crabs in the tank just across from them hear every word Oscar uttered and were not amused by his negative criticism.
"I can hear ya' all the way from here, jackass!" The king crab thundered angrily while banging his pinchers against the glass. "These damn glass walls aren't sound-proof, ya know!"
"Oh, keep your crown on, your majesty!" yelled back Oscar with contempt. "I'm looking at you too, long legs."
The creature he was currently directing his attention too was the Japanese spider crab, who mirrored the king crab's irritation at the cleaner wrasse's remarks.
"どうしてあなたはここに来て、それを言いませんか？ 私はあなたのクソなお尻をつまむだろう！" hollored the Japanese spider crab in his native tongue, shaking his long, extended pincer at Oscar and shooting him a dangerous glare. But thankfully, Oscar was unable to decipher the crab's foreign sentences, because whatever he just said doesn't sound like a welcoming invitation.
"I wish somebody spoke his language." muttered Oscar, getting fed up with arguing with crabs and swam away to mind his own business. "But at least it's not half as bad as being next to them penguins. They loud as fuck."
"I like penguins." Lenny interjected, following him. "Especially the little baby ones."
"What about the-" Oscar was about to respond, but was interrupted by the sound of someone tapping on the glass of their tanks. They both swam over to see that it was Amos knocking, which alerted the attention of a nearby guard, since it was against the aquarium rules to tap the glass.
"Uh, sir, you shouldn't be tapping the glass." The guard tried to remind him, only for the annoyed and uninterested Amos to flash his badge at him. Upon seeing this, the guard hesitantly backed off.
"Amos, my boy." Oscar greeted with a cheeky grin. "I was wondering when you'd drop by."
"I presume you hadn't baked no cake for me?" Amos asked sarcastically.
Oscar laughed at this and said, "Oh, you kill me."
"Hey, Amos." Lenny waved at him.
"Hey. Now listen, it's time to assemble." explained Amos.
"Wha-...Now?" Oscar blurted with widened eyes. "Okay, well, care to walk me through on how this is gonna work?"
"I informed the I.C.R.A.A.C and had them send in the squad to send you guys to look after the Great Barrier Reef. That'll be your first destination and y'all can take care of the rest."
"Well, okay. I'll deal with it." acquiesced Oscar with a sigh.
"They'll be here to pick you fellers up in one minute. Be ready by then." Amos informed them as he took his leave. "And don't be showing off, shark-slayer."
"Don't call me that!" Oscar bellowed in anger towards the departing representative. Lenny glared softly at his friend at the mention of his former moniker.
In New York City, New York, in that luxurious penthouse on the top of the tallest building, Sherman was packing some things that he'll basically need during the excursion. Phone, charger, a baseball bat when necessary, anything. It's been a while since he and Penny ended their friendship. She let the popularity got the best of her and she stopped hanging out with Sherman, returning to her old self again. Of course, she went back to calling a "dog" among other obnoxious names. It was then that he decided that being friends with former bullies never last long or end happily all the same. According to a Chinese proverb, a bully will never be your friend, no matter how nice you are to them or how much they are eventually nice to you. Mr. Peabody had lost all respect and trust in the Petersons and threatened to sue them or even file a restraining order against them. Back to reality, his genius dog paternal figure entered his bedroom with something of concern on his facial features.
"Sherman?" He said, getting his boy's attention. Sherman looked up for a moment to see him in the room and lowered his eyes to the floor, sighing.
"Hey, Mr. Peabody."
"Sherman, if it were up to me, I would've told them not to send you out there." Mr. Peabody explained. "But I've asked Amos to keep an eye on you the rest of the way as I won't be there to do so myself."
"I'm a learner, not a fighter." complained Sherman.
"You think I don't know that, Sherman?" Mr. Peabody cried. "I can't argue against Zenith any further. He's sticking to his terms, despite how unorthodox they may seem. But can you promise me to not to die or wander off?"
"I'll will do my very best." The nervous and unenthusiastic Sherman shrugged his answer.
"Try not to think about the bad times in the past, like Penny." Mr. Peabody urged him, though Sherman frowned at the mention of her name.
"Well, me and her aren't friends anymore. And you never did take my side when she picked on me." Sherman reminded him flatly.
"I…..Of course I did!" Mr. Peabody reassured, but realized that was somewhat true. "Okay, that's mostly true, but I know better than to not understand your situation like a parent should."
Their conversation was suddenly interrupted by the ding of the elevator, which was one of the two ways in and out of the penthouse. The other, as you would've guessed, was the stairwell with the hours upon hours of stairs from the top and bottom floor unless you'd rather get exercise and walk all the way to the top, but that would only let to leg cramps and such. Mr. Peabody entered to find, to his annoyance, the Petersons. Penny had already gone to find Sherman.
"Oh, hey, Mr. Peabody." Patty greeted with a slight wince, remembering his grudge. "We heard Sherman's going to be sent out to fight monsters, correct?"
"You are the last people I'd like to see right now." Mr. Peabody grumbled.
"Look, I know we're not on the best of terms at the moment, but we've come to send our condolences." Paul reasoned with what looked like remorse.
"You've come to the wrong place, I'm afraid." remarked Mr. Peabody as he turned away. "And Sherman already has all the faith he could need."
"We're sorry about Penny, okay?" yapped Patty. "She didn't know any better."
"Yes, she certainly didn't." retorted Mr. Peabody sarcastically.
"You can blame her if you want, but it's really us you have to blame." Paul responded. "We spoil her too much, her brattiness is our own fault. We've learned to be more strict with her and not try to defend her whenever she gets in trouble."
"Why are you really here?" Mr. Peabody demanded gently. "Surely it's not really to wish Sherman luck or to make up for past mistakes. Either way, I've got nothing to say to you."
Meanwhile, Penny had found Sherman carrying his things out of his bedroom and just paid no heed to her as he walked by. Penny had the same look of remorse on her blue eyes. All he could think about was the bad times like her calling her a "dog" and picking on him during lunch just to protect her reputation as the smartest kid in school, forcing him to show her the WABAC, sneaking off to Ancient Egypt and becoming princess, tricking him into flying da Vinci's plane and so on.
"Sherman, I…" She began, mentally not sure what to say.
"Can't talk right now."
"Sherman, you can't go out there and risk your life for those Disneys." Penny begged, following him.
"I don't have a choice." said Sherman monosyllabically.
"Please, we need you here. I'm sorry for everything. I'm sorry for bullying you, forcing you to show me the WABAC and getting the space-time thingey to become unstable. Just please hear me out."
"Alright, make it quick." Sherman sighed.
"I just want you to know that I'll never live with myself if you die out there. You don't need to forgive me, I just want you to understand." Penny expressed.
Sherman was about to retort something, but was interrupted by the ding of the elevator. Amos entered the penthouse with Jack, Tim, George and Harold.
"Amos, so you've come." Mr. Peabody greeted, lacking enthusiasm.
"We have my orders, Peabody. I hope you understand that." Jack mentioned.
"You shouldn't have to take Sherman with you. That's child endangerment." Paul remarked.
"You shut up!" Amos aimed his finger at him with a harsh tone, making the Peterson elders back away a step, startled by his sudden attitude.
"Tim!" Sherman shouted happily as he and Tim shared a tight embrace.
"Hey, Sherman!" Tim greeted back.
"Hello to you guys, too. George. Harold." Sherman gestured to the duo pranksters next.
"We're doing good, Sherm." replied Harold.
"Yeah, we good." George agreed.
"You will look after Sherman won't you?" Patty asked softly to Jack regarding Sherman's safety as she felt a mother's concern over the boy, even though he wasn't her child.
"I'm a Guardian of Childhood. I have no reason not to." He answered back shortly.
"Just what makes you qualified to lead children in a war against serial killers?" demanded Paul, coming face-to-face with Amos boldly.
Amos only stared back with a blank expression before he responded with a snide remark in his native tongue.
"Ég skjóta skotum tíu sinnum hraðar en lögsóknir þínar, ófæddur vinur minn." He mockingly chuckles after that, leaving the Petersons confused as to what he said, since they didn't speak Icelandic like he does. Mr. Peabody and Jack both shared a slight giggle.
"What did he say?" Tim asked Jack.
"That's not important right now. Come on, you guys." Jack ushered Sherman and the other kids into the elevator with Amos in tow.
"See ya, Mr. Peabody." Sherman waves goodbye to his father figure.
"Stay safe, Sherman." The dog genius called back before the elevator door closed, taking everyone down to the bottom floor.
Vanessa knew it was that time and she had to shut down her flower shop early and indefinitely. She grabbed her things and told Barry, her business partner, to come along with her. Although being a pacifist of sorts, she just had no right to argue with Zenith. She put up the closed sign and added a secondary sign that she made by hand which read "Closed Until Further Notice" and locked the placed up while Barry sat in her pocket. When she turned around, however, Amos was standing right there behind her out of nowhere.
"Hello." He said, catching Vanessa by surprise, causing her to yelp in shock before settling down to calm herself and panted.
"Amos! Goddammit, you scared me!" shrieked Vanessa, putting a hand to her heart. "Please don't do that."
"Sorry about that, but I suppose you know what time it is."
"Yeah, I do." Vanessa said as she check her watch and followed Amos back to the car. During Amos's recruitment journey, there had been too much toons to character, so he called Fitzsimmons, a friend of his, Markiplier, Jacksepticeye and PewDiePie to come along with them and bring a second van to fit the rest in.
"Is it just you joining us?" asked Vanessa.
"No. I had to ask a couple of friends of mine to come with." Amos answered getting into the driver's seat.
"Anyone other friends you got that could help us out?" asked Jack.
"There is one more that I know. Someone that you all probably already know." said Amos.
Translation:
どうしてあなたはここに来て、それを言いませんか？ 私はあなたのクソなお尻をつまむだろう！(Why do not you come here and say it? I will pinch your fucking ass!)
Ég skjóta skotum tíu sinnum hraðar en lögsóknir þínar, ófæddur vinur minn. (I shoot bullets ten times faster than your lawsuits, my uncultured friend.)