Fann þetta á Ironworks Spjallborðinu… hef ekki hlegið jafn mikið… altt of lengi… :) —– Imoen: “Don't give me that, you rancid heap of parrot droppings! You vacuous, toffee-nosed, malodorous pervert! Shut your festering gob, you tit! Your type makes me puke!” Xzar: “Your constant mood swings give me the willies. Can't you be a little more dependable and rational? A firm grip on reality can be such a useful thing, you know.” Montaron: “I don't mean to be confrontational, but could you be a...