[Mr. Spatch]: ugh, icecrown dailies [began to] feel like a job
[Mr. Spatch]: once more unto the zombie viking village
[Mr. Pin0r]: dots to the left of him
[Mr. Pin0r]: aoes to the right of him
[Mr. Spatch]: we happy few, we band of tauren
[Mr. Spatch]: For he today that's pwned in pvp / Shall be my guildie, be he ne'er so pubby
[Mr. Pin0r]: Ours is not to reason why
[Mr. Pin0r]: Ours is but to pull -- and die
[Mr. Spatch]: You're a better orc than I am, Grom Hellscream!
[Mr. Spatch]: (you sorta hafta say it "grom'll scream")
[Mr. Pin0r]: auuuugh
[Mr. Pin0r]: you're a horror, Mr. Spatch
[Mr. Spatch]: Well, you know what the music means.
