Valhalla Page #4

you know... We had a few drinks -

- and I bet I could teach him

to behave... Quark, I mean.

And now I'm stuck with him.

- I'm taking him back.

- Yes. Do that.

And you're coming with us.

- Utgard.

- Land of giants.

- Giants, beware!

- Thunder approaches!

- To Utgardsloki!

- Cheers!

Cheers!

Bottoms up!

Think I'm an airstrip, do you?

Cheers, you ugly creep!

Here comes dessert.

Remember Quark?

I call dibs on the offal.

Oh, little Quark...

That little monster.

I'd sure like to see

Thor and his friends now.

I'll bet they have their hands full.

Has it occurred to you

that they might send him back?

Well, if it isn't Thor and his friends.

Allow me to introduce myself.

I'm called Skrymer,

and your cave is my glove.

What brings you to... Ouch!

- I believe this is yours.

- Not for long.

That little monster is going

back to where he belongs.

To Utgardsloki, I presume?

Right. And when I see him...

You and Utgardsloki don't seem

to be the best of buddies.

Well, I must go.

Good luck.

They fell for it.

They're bringing Quark back.

Now for some magic.

You'll receive our visitors.

Open up!

What a surprise.

My friend Thor.

What brings you here?

This.

Put your nose out of joint, did he?

He's all yours now. Goodbye.

You want to fight, do you?

The same old Thor.

We thought we'd seen

the last of you in these parts.

Rumour has is -

- that you're having trouble

with your new little friend.

I guess it's partly my fault.

Anyone can see that Thor doesn't

have the spark of his brighter days.

Given the size of the problem...

Let's not quarrel over

such a small matter.

Let's have a series of contests.

Whoever wins is relieved

of the little rat.

Or are you afraid of losing?

Afraid? You're talking to

the great god of thunder!

I can handle any giant.

Excuse me,

may I propose an eating contest?

For the gods... Loki!

And for the giants... Logi!

He who reaches the string first, wins.

My dear trolls and giants,

may the best stomach...

Begin.

Loki, Loki, Loki...!

Not bad.

What about you, young lady?

No, not me.

I'm not good at anything.

- And you, young man?

- Oh no, I...

Come on. You're not afraid

of a little contest, are you?

Well, yes and no. I...

A race, yes.

A race.

And I've decided

who should oppose you.

On your marks... Ready...

Get set...

Go!

He's so stupid.

I've already won.

Enough is enough.

Now it's my turn.

Sure, sure it is.

If you are my equal -

- you can empty my horn

in one draught.

Sure I can!

Fair is fair, old friend.

I'll give you another try.

See if you can lift

my cat off the floor.

- My patience is running out!

- Come on, humour me.

Stop!

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