Ragnar-Os: TWO SPOONS! THERE ARE TWO SPOONS, EXECUTUS. What is the meaning of this breech in my routine.
Executus: These mortal infidels, my lord! They have invaded your kitchen, and want to eat epic breakfast!
Ragnar-Os: FOOL! You allowed these insects to run rampant through the Hallowed Pantry, and now you lead them to my very table! You have failed me, Executus. Breakfast shall be had, indeed.
<Ragnaros fries Executus, chops him up into tiny bits, and adds him to an omelette – in a teeny tiny frying pan. Part of a complete and nutritious breakfast!>
Ragnar-Os: Now for you, insects. Boldly you seek the power of Ragnar-Os. Now you shall eat them firsthand! By fiber, be purged!
Sometimes you get the Monday, and sometimes the Monday gets you. Thanks to Dalbarr and Duerma for a few comments that sparked this moment of ridiculous.
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