WHAT'S THIS ABOUT SMASHING?! FORGET SMASHING. . . I CAN CRUSH.

When I die, I want everyone to compete to see who can throw my casket the farthest.

Happy birthday, Marianne! HIYAAAAARGH—!!

PUNCH.

❝Man. . . At this rate, I won't be able to buy gifts for anyone. Two pieces of silver. . . A gambling chip. . . And my pocket lint. If I give every eagle a loaf of bread, teach would have to keep the piece of lint.❞

❝Who would've thought that a single gambling chip would make me a millionaire!! Now I can buy a million loaves of bread.❞

Another year, another new rival to beat down. This year, my fated rival will be. . . [Shuffles cards.] . . .Prepare to meet your maker, Flayn.

Happy new year, eagles! CAW, CAW.

Did I really miss supper. . . I'll die of hunger if I don't chomp down! . . .I'm sorry, cows. . . But I cannot hold myself back. . . Not tonight.

Good morning, Garreg Mach! I come with a promise of war.

Wave, wave.

❝You alright. . .?❞

❝Y-Yeah. . . Uhm, Linnie tells me that a runny nose is a symptom of the three horned cow flu. Want a tissue, or maybe two?❞

°•. I haven't changed the icons for my accounts in years , I don't even want to start now

LINHARDT, SHOW YOURSELF.

❝Time to train. . . Tonight is bear wrestling thursday.❞

Even if you are a man or a woman, o neither. . . I will win.

Good afternoon. . . That is, the “noon” that comes “after”!