You're a talker. Listening to talkers makes me thirsty and hungry
Kill me and you're free, but if I live, I'll break both your hands
Any of these flaming arrows come near me, I'll strangle you with your own guts
Thoros isn't here anymore, so I hope you're not about to give a sermon. Because if you are, the Lord of Light's gonna wonder why he brought you back 19 times just to watch you die when I chuck you over this wall.
