[ Obviously, "picking up from the forest = getting married." Makes perfect sense. ]
We'd hav' th'best'eam fo'shure.
[ Kievan Rus, Kievan Rus, Kievan Who? Sounds... kinda familiar. Has vague memories of a creepy little kid in a forest somewhere. Did he pick up him too? Hm. ]
I could watch this all day~.
Anyone else feel like having some beer?
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Mmm. Hafta let Finlan' win too, som'times.
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Would you like some beer as well? It goes so well with watching sports~.
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'lympics will b'great.
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[ Downs yet another beer. ]
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........
[Oh, more beer. ]
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[ Times goes on and drinks go down. ]
A-and that year? It washh jusssht bad... bad luck, I tell you!
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Mmng. Yer good. Jus' bad luck.
[ Nods to self. ]
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KANADA!
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[ It's a brilliant idea, really. Why didn't he think of that before? ]
Finlan', le's get marr'd 'gain. We'd hav' th' besh'team f'shure.
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And that Kievan Russshh... 'sh not my daddy...
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Sho our theam... would be the bessht...?
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We'd hav' th'best'eam fo'shure.
[ Kievan Rus, Kievan Rus, Kievan Who? Sounds... kinda familiar. Has vague memories of a creepy little kid in a forest somewhere. Did he pick up him too? Hm. ]
M'not marr'd t'him. He's... he's... hmmmm.
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H-he's shome creep thath kheeps thelling that... that I'm hiss shon... or shome shit liek that...
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N'one cou'beat us. Evar.
[ Smiles to self at this happy turn of events that he must try his best to remember tomorrow morning. ]
Ah.... I rem'ber. He's yer..... brother-'n-law. O' sum'thn.
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