Waldrus: "EURON! EURON! Yeah! Well, I suppose this is the guy we should vote for huh? You know, Kingzmootin 'n all -- it's the beginning of the End again.. as the prophecy last time and such.. what dies is never dead .. yadda yadda yadda .. only to rise and stuff.. blowholes each of 'em .. just trying to get more free kippers-n-cheeps from us .. "
Tyronyeon: "Most likely, but life here in medieval Pyke has been a real pain in mye arse -- and mee salty bunyuns bee-a hurtin' .. so the End is coming .. again ... well, I fondly look toward that in a way.. it should be exciting at least, right? Giant krakens n sheet! those would be a sight 'ta gaze upon! But this Euron guy, I dunno about him, he's .. a little scary to me ... some say he's a sorcerer or witch .. mabes' we should burn him? I could go fer a nice beach fyre ... frye up sum clams 'n octopus tenticles ..'n tatorous tots!!"
Waldrus: "Mmmm! That truly sounds goodly! ... Well anyone would be better than that old Balon-- guy was a joke... the old cudger .. he nev'r did us 'n ours right and heez' socks smeller'd like rotti'n seabottomfeesh.."
Tyronyeon: This Euron guy bee-a harkin'-on promeesin' free universal dentilz care plan.. ya know-fer ya toofflee teeffs .. doesn't that sound good?"
Waldrus: "That's exactly what we need -- graet teeth as we enter the 7 hells!"
Tyronyeon: "Hey?! When did you convert to the Seven? --You're pissing off The Drownzy Godz you know. Bot wotz'ev'rz .. the next thing ya know they'll be peddling that whatchazcall eet? Cheeken of da Sea? -ya know, thy Poseeden Anchor God in dees osheens mumbo jumbo gumbo again -havya seen their brochures? I can't stand it when they visit my shantydingy leeentoo every week or so .... bad enuffers I gotz holes to patch to keep 'er from seenkin' .. reekin' leekin' seenkin'.. HA! Iz maidza rhymz! . .. coff . wheez ... but there are worst things in life I 'spose - in the end we'll probably end up as dead sailorz .. our bodies afloatern' 'round dee seaz .. feeesh food! ---Weed'be feeesh food! Ha! Wouldn't 'eet be funny.. our ded bodies get eat'n by a whale 'n thenn Euron eatz that graetfeesh? .. Heed be eatin' us'zs'! .. We'd moblee be like Keengs! well .. keengly moblee deeks feesh inkindas .. haha aha .. ahab .... cofffss wheez'n sumz 'moor ...tatz funnee... 'n wun eyez dunt'zeth cayreeth whooz'ye bee .. .. Dees Euron feller .. he do eatz ryghte? .. sum say he dontz eat of thee godlee salty feeshyballz anymore?... meh whatever .... --ya knowz I like thees Gylbert Farwynd betterz aneezhowz -- he preaches of a God with teh sunnyeth beetches, beaut'ny nakerd 'n bikini-clad wyldlyng womyn with insanely good freez saltwifesex wit'out da comeetmentz 'n back'spokaeth'ee sassee-harkin' and sweetly deevyne coconutz horn'd bev'eeges - a new God of teets and Mai Tai's!"
Waldrus: "eh? Okay - soundz swimminzlee goodly too mee ..wot cood goethe wrong? GYLBERT! GYLBERT!"
Tyronyeon: "GYLBERT! We supp'rteth ye GYLBERT fer Keeng!"
Tobfeesh Mottjoy: "Gullpeerthhhs! Gu..Gu..Gu....Gullpeerthhhs! Keennggetthhhhss Gullpeerthhhsss! .. ourethhhhs ppreccioussssttthhhs!"