"Wherefore I laugh, that he grabs my collar,
Wandering around my turf in eve.
The idiot knows not who's collar he grasps no more,
nor the suicidal gaul he'd display'd."

"he means no harm Lord Loki my plea
when this fool oft grabs your shirt's collar,
had he known who you were, he'd have grabbed his balls and run,
lest he lose them when he'd met with your ministers cuttingwear.

Yo fool, ye fool, who shocks us here,
do you not know what you do,
you were trying to save me,
now I'll have to save you.

Stop!!!"

"So now kid, you gonna do as you're said,
or does it all boil down to a lot more?
I could easily take your eyes for this,
and avoided it's just delayed to some other morn.

Your pithy little world's gone cracked,
and all the humans everywhere pulled in,
and it took a God like Loki was,
to tell you that the knife was going in.

The scent of this act,
Colors me against thou prettily,
and I'm holding back my rage at you now boy,
So you're going to let go of my collar now,
or you're going to die now joy.

Now let me go..."