The Wild Hunt Page #3

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fierce Viking captain!

He used to be with Argyle,

but got tired of being

the knights' butt monkey.

It's not exactly like that, uh...

I'm not--I'm not a butt monkey, OK?

Come, looks like

you need a drink.

You're one weird

transvestite, cabrn.

We're now entering the lands

of the dreaded shaman, Murtagh.

Murtagh?

Yeah, Murtagh.

Well, this has been around

for thousands of years.

The oldest symbol known to man.

The horned one.

Who's gonna wear it? You?

The hunt master.

Someone with the fury,

with the beast inside of them.

Someone who is truly free.

Or someone with a great ass.

I have a great ass.

Intruders!

Oh!

Intruders! Halt!

Intruders, intruders!

Hey!

Intruders!

You get me every time!

OK, OK!

Referee, referee! False alarm!

False alarm!

What the f*** is happening?

I seek audience with the

dreaded shaman, Murtagh!

Sh*t!

Lyn, wait! Lyn!

I just wanna talk to her.

She's our prisoner.

Lyn!

Lyn...

Lyn, look, you're in a

costume surrounded by--

Stop it!

Hey, 5 times, cocksucker!

Fall down, you're dead!

I'm not f***ing

playing this game!

Lyn...

I'm not playing the f***ing game!

Lyn...

Ah, ah, ah, ah! Ha!

Lyn, you're in a

costume with guys in fur.

Seriously! Come on, Lyn.

This is the better life you wanted?

Huh? Is this...

Is this how you're

gonna get more air?

Lyn, please, just listen.

Let him speak, Greg.

Let's see if this peasant

has the eloquence

to woo the princess.

Lyn, look,

if you wanna come

up here on weekends,

I can't say anything to that,

all right?

But what you said about

feeling trapped--

Role-play in character,

cocksucker!

OK, Lyn, things are really

messed up at home right now.

But I will work it out.

You just need to be patient.

Oh, be patient! Be patient!

The lad wants us to be patient!

Lyn, look at this.

Lyn, it doesn't have to end,

all right?

It doesn't. It doesn't have to end.

"It doesn't have to end.

It doesn't have to end!"

Do we have anything

to put in his end?

Is there any carrots around?

Perhaps a cucumber?

How about my fist!

Go run, crybaby!

Go cry! Oh, poor boy!

Murtagh is no longer

accepting audience.

We don't lie to him here.

Yeah!

Vamoose! Valhalla!

Oh!

Yes, yes!

Come on!

Whoo!

Bjorn!

You see? Not so easy, is it?

Talking to a Viking princess.

Yeah, some women when

they come up here,

need to be spoken

to like queens, huh?

My fair lady,

the burdens you carry in

ruling these realms are many,

but few have the privilege

of seeing the fair flower beneath.

Then they wanna be

ravaged like beasts!

They want to be ordered!

"Undress before your Viking lord."

Shut up, Bjorn.

Erik...

My brother...

Because my little brother

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