"Yes," snaps Loki. "Yes! Yes you boy, the one in the horned, iron banded battle helmet!"
"Please Sir could we bring a bit of joy to these poor souls?"
Loki, not the most patient of tutors grabs The Von's paper airplane in mid flight opens it out and reads the mispelt idiot like scribble.
"To arms my children this bunch of cunts need some serious joy brought into their miserable fucking lives!!!"