The garden is beautiful, everything starts to bloom and I ran a little through the dirt. This is what my Hunter Boots look like. Dirty! Of course I do not bother myself to clean them. For that I have you and your useless Skaven tongue. Come here and bend down to my boots. Tongue out! Beautifully slow licking! I hear it crunch between your teeth and laugh amused. You swallow the dirt in complete surrender and droop my boots full. Slowly I become impatient and make fun of you. Like a dirty dog ​​you lie on the ground. I spit in your face and spread it all with my boots. You are a miserable little bunch. You have nothing in your life but love for me and my boots.