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00:22:48
Kevin Michael Richardson, Phil LaMarr, Mako
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l swear on chatelain's mighty chest hairs...
Hold fast, laddie. He's with me.
My buttercup! My love bunny!
And what is haggis?
But there is a loophole in the ancient custom.
Do you think before you open your mush, or does it come out on its own?
...who'd bring a candlestick in a slip to his wife's rescue...
-How are you doing, puddle-ducky? -This rescue stinks!
Some wiry maypole wearing an ugly dress and tasteless slipper?
l'm coming, sweetie!
...till you get the gall enough to come save me!
Why not give them all a cup of tea and a biscuit to choke on.
What a nice lad. A wee bit skinny.
Sheep's stomach stuffed with meat and barley!
But does me worm-brained husband care that a stranger can peek up me dress?
-lnvite him to supper, dear. -You're invited to supper.
You almost dropped me, you gown-wearing fashion reject.
-But, lovely lump, the Druid said-- -The Druid?
...we would surely be overwhelm by vast numbers of those things.
Me wife's been kidnap.
Well, l stub my toe. l cannot walk. lt hurts.
Seven because l toss a rock.
l swear on chatelain's mighty chest hairs...
You disappear without a word for two years, only to show up...
l've bake haggis more lethal than you.
...that ever bless the ground with her footstep.
...I tore open a portal in time, and flung him into the future...
l just get overcome thinking about her.
We've arrive.
You must be the brains, l suppose.
-lnvite him to supper, dear. -You're invite to supper.
Me wife has blond hair like spun gold...
lf we split up, we could cover more ground.
Now the fool seek to return to the past...
And my wife is gonna be the main ingredient before the moon rise.
-But he is wear a dress. -Shut it!
What have you been doing, you pimple-faced dilly worm?
l hope silently.
Basically, the Druid thinks you're a softy.
...stepped forth to oppose me.
What is this test exactly?
l alone am no match for the army of Celtic demons infesting the castle.
Perhaps, then, we should disguise ourselves as demons.
Sometimes she lets me brush it.
-lt is quite unnecessary. -Shut it!
You almost dropped me, you gown-wearing fashion reject.
Hold fast, laddies. He's with me.
Together, you and me...
-Where? -The Highlands. Where else?
Long ago in a distant land...
...that ever blessed the ground with her footstep.
-ls your clan always that wild? -Aye.
That's why l never stay at home. l'm the mellow one.
And powerful too.
And her voice would make angels jealous, such divine, melodious tunes.
No, l get just two bumbling brutes.
...unleashed an unspeakable evil.
lt would be unwise to seek a battle before we have secured your wife.
Some wiry maypole wearing an ugly dress and tasteless slippers?
Well, one bumbling brute and some kind of fashion-inept sheepherder.
That's why l never stay at home. l'm the mellow one.
...because l'm kidnapped, leaving me in this sty for a month...
And her voice would make angels jealous, such divine, melodious tunes.
But a foolish samurai warrior wielding a magic sword...
You call that fighting? l've seen cranky sheep more vicious.
l've baked haggis more lethal than you.
...but l got a wee problem.
What a nice lad. A wee bit skinny.
Me wife has blond hair like spun gold...
This man is the brave man l have ever known.
Long ago in a distant land...
Celtic demons.