My balls runneth over.
BY BALLS BE PURGED!! (Ragnaros)
You no take balls!
Original:
I kill two dwarves in the mornin'
I kill two dwarves at night
I kill two dwarves in the afternoon
And then I feel alright
I kill two dwarves in time of peace
And two in time of war
I kill two dwarves before I kill two dwarves
And then I kill two more
Updated:
Balls kill two dwarves in the mornin'
Balls kill two dwarves at night
Balls kill two dwarves in the afternoon
And then Balls feel alright
Balls kill two dwarves in time of peace
And two in time of war
Balls kill two dwarves before Balls kill two dwarves
And then Balls kill two more
Zul'Gurub is nothing wthout balls!
Original Zanzil- Zul'Gurub is nothing with out Zanzil.
Watch hopelessly as your balls are swept away!
Origianl, Malygos- Watch hoplessly as your hopes are swept away
Feel the hatred of ten thousand bals!
Original Illidan Stormrage- Feel the hatred of ten thousand years.
I have seen balls bathed in the Makers' flames. Their denizens fading without so much as a whimper. Entire planetary systems born and raised in the time that it takes your balls to beat once. Yet all throughout, my own balls, devoid of emotion... of empathy. I... have... felt... NOTHING! A million, million balls wasted. Had they all held within them your tenacity? Had they all loved balls as you do?
Perhaps it is your balls that which grants you free will. That allows you to persevere against cosmically calculated odds. You prevailed where the Titans' own perfect balls have failed.