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Gukguk "The Motivator": That's your cue, landlubbers! |
Gurgthock: Ouch! Why'd you poke me? Oh, oh! Wake up, Wodin! We're on! |
Gukguk "The Motivator": C'mon, say the things! Say the things! |
Gurgthock: Ouch! Okay, okay! Gather 'round for a show of unbridled ferocity! Comin' to you from parts unknown. The mysterious... the dangerous... the slightly unkempt... the band of smelly buccaneers! |
Gurgthock: And entering the ring, we have the amazing... the incredible... the magnificent... the... what the? Really? |
Gurgthock: It's a greased up pig? I'm beginning to think this is not a professional setup. Oh well... grab the pig and you win. |
Gurgthock: Well, look at that. They caught a pig. Maybe we should move on to a more... threatening challenge! |
Gurgthock: From the sewers of Freehold comes a tortollan brigand who makes it his duty to "turtley" hurt you. He is the Dynamo of Defense... the Sergeant of Shell Shock... the Hellion in a Half-Shell... Ludwig! |
Gurgthock: Ludwig goes down! What a fight! These smelly buccaneers are resilient, and they better be... because their next challenger is the epitome of brutality. |
Gurgthock: Our champion that sleeps with the fishes... literally! The Freehold Fanatic... the Master of the Jagged Jawbone Jab... the Powerful Pugilist Predator... Trothak the Shark Puncher! |