(..) -and show the world that I'm comin' out -she's comin' out no, no, no! It's all wrong! I'm the king who's bringing back trollstice. I need a bib to match. Yes, sire. -I look like a child in this one. -Oh, sire! I need something elegant, sophisticated. You know, a man's bib. (..)

(..) They're alive? And on a silver platter, too. We were both right. And to mark the occasion, your highness, look. I found your old troll bib. Wow! I bet you still fit. Like a glove! You think that's funny? We'll see who's laughing when I bite your yummy head off. (..)