“Someone told me tha pigskin (no, not you pigsmell) should cross tha line to win. We chopped down da tree-guys and stomped tha pixies to dust.. after tha game, only true greenskins was left on the field.
We will miss da old Goatstench an' his boom boom's but he died during doing what he liked best. Blow things up. He saved tha game by blast tha tree-line back into tha box where they belong. Now we gonna go eat tha rest of him....”
We will miss da old Goatstench an' his boom boom's but he died during doing what he liked best. Blow things up. He saved tha game by blast tha tree-line back into tha box where they belong. Now we gonna go eat tha rest of him....”