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[Guess who's smashed his front door and is now merrily holding a makeshift torch--the leg from his kitchen table, little waifu will surely kill him when this is all over with--in one hand and his axe handle over his shoulder. Laughing, he snorts at the 'cottages']
NORGE!
SVERIGE!
ISLAND!
[Decides to just throw down his torch on someone's lawn--the fire doesn't go very far, but he's tired of carrying it in the daylight anyways.]
OI, OI!
COME ON--WE'VE GOT VILLAGES TO RAID!
ANGLE AND HIS KIN ARE STILL RIPE FOR THE PICKING!
NORGE!
SVERIGE!
ISLAND!
[Decides to just throw down his torch on someone's lawn--the fire doesn't go very far, but he's tired of carrying it in the daylight anyways.]
OI, OI!
COME ON--WE'VE GOT VILLAGES TO RAID!
ANGLE AND HIS KIN ARE STILL RIPE FOR THE PICKING!