Dancaarkiiel (Raveners)
Arthas: Glad you could bake it, Uther. Uther the Lightbringer: Watch your tone with me, boy. You may be the waiter, but I'm still your superior as a chef. Arthas: As if I could forghetti. Listen Uther, there's something about the plaguette you should knead... Arthas: Oh no! It's too late! These peopleroni have all been infectedanana! They may look al dante now, but it's a matter of thyme before they turn into the undeadible! Uther the Lightbringer: What? Arthas: This entire citrella must be peeled. Uther the Lightbringer: How can you even cook that?! There's got to be some other whey. Arthas: Damn it, Umami, as your future chef, I order you to broil this city! Uther the Lightbringer: You are not my chef yet, boyardee. Nor would I obey that command if you were! Arthas: Then I must consider this an act of seasoning. Uther the Lightbringer: Seasoning? Have you sauced your mince, Arthas?! Arthas: Have I? Lord Umami, by my right of succession and sovereignty of my crown of roast pork, I hereby rehydrate you from your commandard and suspenderoni your pepperoni from service. Uther the Lightbringer: Arthas! You can't just-- DING! Arthas: It's done! For those of you who have the will to taste this flan, follow me! The rest of you... get out of my kitchen! Uther the Lightbringer: You've just tossed a terrible salad, Arthas. Arthas: Jaina? Jaina Proudmoore: I'm sorry Arthas... I can't watch you cook this.
Mine (Nemesis Claw)
Murderwing
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