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Thankfully you puny xenos can not reach all the way up to my eyes.
Unlike those damend things we saw on Armagedon

We meet again.

I'll handle this, Fatso. Dealing with space puppies and humans using aircraft in typically ignorant ways is a speciality of Craftworld Biel-Tahn.

Well you know what happend last time....I still have the pictures and the holo tape

 sing your life wrote:
I'll handle this, Fatso. Dealing with space puppies and humans using aircraft in typically ignorant ways is a speciality of Craftworld Biel-Tahn.

I was talking to the White Wolf, not you, woman.

 thenoobbomb wrote:

 sing your life wrote:
I'll handle this, Fatso. Dealing with space puppies and humans using aircraft in typically ignorant ways is a speciality of Craftworld Biel-Tahn.

I was talking to the White Wolf, not you, woman.

Ah, but you were doing it all wrong so I had to come in a help you out.

Hang this woman.

I have other ideas as for what we can do with her

 Trondheim wrote:
I have other ideas as for what we can do with her

As long as it ends up with her being hanged, I do not care.

I think not.

*shoots fat man with mind bullets*

I am Emhyr var Emreis, the White Flame Dancing on the Barrows of his Enemies, and I'm voiced by Charles Dance.
I am immune to your pitiful 'mind bullets'.

I also do not see how you can find the Nilfgaardian Emperor fat. I'm just sitting on a chair.

Quack Quack

 DukeBadham wrote:
Quack Quack

Duck! Execute this wench!

*flies agrily at Sing your life attacking with beak and wing, yelling the warcry: "Bread for the Bread god, Crusts for the Crust throne"*

*Even with her great Eldar intelligence, Macha has no idea what is going on and slowly backs away*

Running from that duck is futile! It is under Nilfgaardian authority!

What the ass feth is Nilfgaard?

 sing your life wrote:
What the ass feth is Nilfgaard?

Soon, the entire world.

And Ducks will patrol the streets, keeping the foolish man-things in line.

 DukeBadham wrote:
And Ducks will patrol the streets, keeping the foolish man-things in line.

That'll be acceptable.

I don't care what it's going to be. What is it now?

 sing your life wrote:
I don't care what it's going to be. What is it now?

You're being hanged for witchcraft, murder, and cannibalism.

What? I haven't killed anyone or eaten Eldar flesh.

The lady doth protest too much! I declare you guilty, hang the witch from the rafters!

* puts thumbs in Dukebadham's eyes*

Guards! Dispatch this woman!

I would but I cant see...

No Guard can dispatch the supreme intelligence of the Eldar!

 sing your life wrote:
No Guard can dispatch the supreme intelligence of the Eldar!

Your intelligence is no match for mine, nor shall it match the blades and spears of my guard!

Prove it.