My ears almost bled from the rhymes, but the baron kept calm — to the goblins utter joy, he finished the song,
- "I'm too tired to sing. You sing, I'll listen."
- Hic! What?
- Pass me another keg, would you?
- Is to ransack a windmill.
- Hey, you, I want my mug refill!
- Get away from me, you pest!
- Kiss your life farewell and pray.
- Ugh. To annoy people, I guess?
- Also, never skip your schools.
- By the way, your ale stinks.
- Um, do I really have to rhyme here?
- Do a belly dance!
- Finally, the song was over.
- And pull each other's nose rings, ha ha.
- And pass all your stupid tests.
- Also, learn to wipe your drools.
- Tell him you wants to parley!
- My ears almost bled from the rhymes, but the baron kept calm — to the goblins utter joy, he finished the song,
- Finally the food and ale were exhausted. Casting sad glances at the empty sacks and barrels, an elder goblin s
- Close.
- Goblins didn't like the rhyme — instead of singing on, they started to whistle, and throw flour at us… and eac
- The goblins did not insist — the laziness in their pantheon seemed to be at least as important as Lamashtu her
