[Baalz]

Har! The notorious plan B never fails! Now, ta get ta raisin' them humongous popsicles so they can help with breakin' down them humongous walls.

The lady does now be acceptin' gifts and *** kissins fer them what wanna get inta her good graces before she ascends. Declare fer tha Frost Queen and ye may spare yerself the trip to Tartarus fer the time bein'. Giants and more giants, demons and the very horsemen o' the apocalypse now lay stiffening under her cold banner - what hope have the rabble that remains? Spare yerself her breath, this game o' musical chairs be leavin' some without her favor so I'd not be waitin ta see how it plays out or y'ell find yerself left out in the cold, and this is going ta be a very cold winter.