". . . . . Is England still in tha cup? If they are, who are they playin', so ah know who tae cheer fer."

"Tch. Tae think they're going tae tha quarter finals. Bet they choke against Sweden."

". . . . . . Yehaw?"

"Ye ever get angry and ye can't figure why? Cause Ah'm feeling angry and Ah want tae sock tha source in tha face."

". . . . . . . . . . . /. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ./"

". . . . . . . . FUCK. AH STILL DIDN'T EAT ANYTHING. HOW COULD AH FERGET TAE EAT?!" You were literally fighting demons, Ailith.

She couldn't sleep last night. Too many fireworks going off.

She's got to wake up. How? Coffee. Coffee blacker than the pits of Tartarus, for suffering keeps one awake and alive

Excuse her, she currently has a griffin in a headlock. It's very angry. "Don't ye be yapping at me. Yer tha one who wanted tae fight."

She was listening to the radio. She has now spat up her coffee.

"Hrmph. It be quiet taday. Guess that's good. Means no work fer me taday!"

There's a crack as the knight drives her knee into an ogre's face, breaking it's nose amd causing it to howl in anguish. She's covered in blood and open wounds, yet her lips are spread in a manic smile, excited as her hand goes to the hilt of her sword.

"Auch! Where tha . . . Oi! Was ah asleep fer all this time?"