Helmets with Horns Are the Best Kind of Helmet
“Arg.”
“Arg.”
“Arg.”
“Arg, arg. I hereby call to order the 508th meeting of Viking Local 242. Scribe, if you would please read the minutes of meeting 507?”
“Arg. All present; looting up 12%, plundering even, pillaging down 46%—”
“Let’s get those pillaging numbers up, people… This mead doesn’t pay for itself, you know. I don’t want to have to make cuts—”
“—Arg!”
“Yes, yes, I know. But nobody here pays their dues on time—”
“Arg! Arg!”
“Now, now, there’s no need to start brandishing your battleaxes about like that …”
“Arg! Ow.”
“Crap, now look what you’ve done. Erik’s been impaled. This meeting is adjourned. Can somebody set Erik aflame and cast his corpse into the sea on their way out?”
“But… but I’m… It’s a minor wound. I’m O.K. I’m fine.”
“This meeting is adjourned.”