-What better way to be a sign of the creation of skull-splitting missiles than with lap up.
-Whiterun has the best taverns, oh look Punchy, that is everywhere we met! Seems like just yesterday you were drunkenly hitting my argument for buck. *sigh* Delightful times.
-A burning up conflict with a unctuous stranger? I'd be a stunt not to trust.
-Three drinks? That's all? Pfft! I can do that disinterested on one leg and a tail. Why am I blacking out? I'm too ruggedly sizeable for this to happen! Noooooo!
-Why am I back in Markarth? Oh god, I died and went to hell didn't I?
-Whoa impart, slack down lady, so I trashed your top, *clears throat*, fondled your statues, blasphemed your god and threatened to say "I do" a goat? Capably, that does plausible like me.
-Ok, ok, need to troop this together, now everywhere would inebriated me go? A docile crop growing community!
-Sir, I promise you I didn't say "I do" your goat, I mean, steal your goat. Anything the purse may be I didn't steal your goat and try to say "I do" her... it, him?
-Anyway, last night, for instance harshly inebriated and not larceny your goat, did I flow to mention what I was goodbye to do with the goat I didn't steal?
-I sold the goat to a giant? I scarf a goat for divine wedlock and next sold it to a giant? To the same degree kind of crazy inebriated bastard am I?!
-Just laid-back down! We'll find my partner and your goat, with any opening persons are two understand strike.
-Punchy! Anywhere were you like all this was happening?! To the same degree kind of wingman are you?
-Normally I would wear a anticipate, a brilliant, simple, efficient anticipate... oh who am I kidding? ARROWS AWAY!
-Hey impart town block, oh don't mind me, I'm just sack my Nord, two dogs and my goat-wife for an sundown saunter. Nice sundown for it I say.
-Here is your goat, now comfortable tell me something, whatever, that passes for good news!
-My possible-maybe-wife is in Whiterun? So I didn't say "I do" this goat? WOO-HOO!
-Ysolda! You're a person! Gist tell me we're married! Hmm, I'm on or after to see some flaws in my pickup line.
-What do you mean you sold me a nuptials ring? I was inebriated and ongoing about goats! You know who was irresponsible? You!
-Ok, fine, I'll get the ring back. Unless my partner is hot... and some sorta biped. In that purse, I'm upholding the ring and the partner.
-Ysolda alleged that I obligation be able to find the ring in the Witchmist Copse, perhaps my partner lives in a country lodge, I wear a good feeling about this!
-What the... The only editorial show is a Hagraven, I wouldn't... I mean, I couldn't... Oh god. OH FRIGGIN GOD! THIS IS THE Definitive Custom I Have in stock Ever DONE!
-Listen, Moira is it? Pay attention, I think we've had a massive get the wrong impression about. I may wear alleged some strike the greatly night, crazy strike. Bits and pieces like, "I want to say "I do" you at rest yet you are a Hagraven and seeing you makes me want to run so fast I explore my shell overdue.", I speculate what I'm saying is, the nuptials is off.
-Look, I'm poor. This never would wear worked. I'm a lizard and you're the essence of novice nightmares.
-So violence is your answer? Admirably well, Consider this a divorce. *thwomp*
-Prying an fascination ring off a insensible Hagraven. Wow, I am scarcely living offensive.
-All strike leisurely I would wear been better off with a goat-wife.
-Ysolda, claims I was goodbye to get married in Morvunskar, the place sounds like it's a Russian dessert.
-Sam! You crazy bastard, do you at rest begin to understand how bad you messed up my life?! I around married a keep on animal! AND THAT IS NOT Set to rights THE Definitive Part OF THE STORY!
-And additional thing! You... are very a Daedra?! In actuality this explains fairly a bit.
-A massive organization with a rose that summons greatly Daedra? Was this on my nuptials consent to registry? I mean, I would wear been happy with a food-processor.
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