Hello there, DO I SMELL JELLY BEANS? That distinctive aroma of the elusive jelly bean, wafting directly into my nose. YOU THERE! Where are those jelly beans I covet? Tell me, TELL ME RIGHT NOW! If you do not oblige my request for jelly beans, then I shall suckle coffee directly from a coffee cows udders and once I am brimming with caffeine, I will scour the realm and hunt you down.

When I inevitably find you, no longer will your body function. Instead you will lay there paralysed, forced to listen to my speech and to read the letters that I slide into your inventory. Oh look, it appears we have a missive in particular today.

HEY DON'T RUN! I HAVE SOMETHING TO DELIVER, YOUR EYES ONLY! IT'S A MESSAGE FROM THEGN QUERCUS. WELL THAT'S ALL, I BEST BE SEEING YOU NOW!

BOOM.

Surprise, it's a confetti bomb! Find me my jelly beans or the the next one will be filled to the brim with ladybugs!

Outside your abode I will linger, an ornate letter in hand.

Midway through a fist fight, I shall paralyse you, proffering an inheritance, while your body become bruised by the brawler who pounces while you are still.

When the calamity hangs on the precipice and only you can rescue the world from the perils of woe, I WILL STOP YOU MIDFLIGHT AND HAND YOU A LETTER BEARING A CHILDS DOODLES! I am the harbinger of the fate, the one who the very balance of this world depends on. So heed my words and GIVE ME MY JELLY BEANS, lest you seek to be accosted relentlessly by yours truly.

Wir rufen Deine Wölfe
Und rufen Deinen Speer
Wir rufen alle Zwölfe
Vom Himmel zu uns her

Wir rufen Dich vor Allen
Nun kommt die wilde Jagd
Nun laßt das Horn erschallen
Um keinen Toten klagt

Der Feind ist schon verfallen
Eh daß der Morgen tagt

Das Wild hat keinen Namen
Der Feind hat kein Gesicht
Das Aas hat keinen Samen
Gerecht ist das Gericht

Die Ernte ist vergangen
Die Spreu ist täglich feil
Die Raben jetzt verlangen
Ihr angemessnes Teil

Die Jagd hat angefangen:
Nun hält uns, Herr, Dein Heil

The sea, O the sea, a gradh gheal mo chroidhe.
Oh long may you roll between England and me,
God help the poor Scotsmen - they'll never be free
But we're entirely surrounded by Water!