I've had it with these ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ allergy-ridden soyboys. I wanna go back to the good ole days. The ones where a man could get all the grog and wenches he could want. The only job he had to do was fight with honor and courage, and pillage every village he came across, and ultimately succumb to gangrene. Now all we have are little wimpy mixed daisies, complaining about the pillaging of cultures. When am I going to be able to pass and see the great gates of Valhalla, and find my pure blooded, Norse ancestors. Ymir, take me already, it's too much.