<Name>, the snakes are after our daft and barmy. Go back northwest to Deepfin Ridge and plant some do me good in that pot and pan pitch and toss of theirs.
They'll kick and prance away with their alderman's nails tucked between their nutmegs when they see that. Not that they've got any nutmegs mind you.
Horde
<Name>, the naga are after our forces. I need you to go back northwest to Deepfin Ridge and stick our standard in their general, Fathom-caller Azrajar.
They'll swim away with their tails tucked between their... er. Well, I guess they don't have any legs, now do they?
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Alliance
Nice Uncle Bob of pokin' their general.
<The lieutenant shakes her head and grins.>
Horde
Stuck him right through, did you? I would have loved to have seen that!