Olaf

Trample, haste
HA HA! PUNY RECEPTACLE! YOU DO WELL
TO FLEE, TOWNSPEOPLE! I WILL PILLAGE
YOUR LANDS AND DWELLINGS. I WILL
BURN YOUR CROPS, AND MAKE MERRY
SPORT WITH YOUR MORE ATTRACTIVE
DAUGHTERS, MARK MY WORDS — OOH!
ALE! I SMELL DELICIOUS ALE!
-Olaf