Kerrig address the Hammers before the Dragon Soul

[Kerrig]

I want you to remember that no bastard ever won a raid by dying for the raid. They won it by making some poor dumb boss die.

Hammers, all this stuff you hear about us not wanting to raid, wanting to just stay in Orgrimmar, is a lot of wolf dung. The Hammers love the sting of battle. When you were children, you admired the toughest fighters, the smartest mages, the holiest priests. The Hammers love doing Stupid and Dangerous things and will not tolerate those that run like Alliance. Hammers play to win all the time.I would not give a hoot in hell about an orc that runs and cries about repairs. That's why the Hammers have never stopped doing Stupid and Dangerous things, because the very thought of playing it safe is hateful to a Hammer.

Now, a raid is like a team. It lives, eats , sleeps, and trains together. That individuality stuff is a bunch of crap. The night elvish bastards that wrote that stuff about individuality for the Stormwind Times know as much about battle as they do about fornicating.

Now, we have the finest weapons and armor, the best spirit, and the best people in the Horde. You know, by Saurfang, I actually pity Deathwing and the Twilight Hammer, by Saurfang, I do. We're not just going to shoot the bastards, we're going to to cut out their living guts and use them to feed our Forsaken. We're going to murder those lousy Twilight bastards.

Now, some of you Hammers, I know, are wondering if the will run like Alliance under fire. Don't worry about it, I can assure you that you will

[Kerrig]

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will do your duty.

Deathwing is the enemy. Wade into him. Spill his blood. Shoot him in the belly. When you put your hand into a bunch of goo that was Galahad's face, you'll know what to do

Now here's another thing I want you to remember. I don't want to get any messages that we're standing in fire. We're not standing in anything. We're screaming "Leeroy Jenkins!" and not standing on anything except the enemy. We're going to stand on him and chop him with an axe! We're going to chop the hell out of him and we're going to go through him like shit through a kodo!

[Kerrig]

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Now here's one thing you Hammers will be able to say when you get back home. And you can thank Saurfang for it. Thirty years from now when you are sitting at a campfire with your grandson on your knee, and he asks you "What did you do at the Dragon Soul?" You won't have to say "Well, I shoveled shit in Durotar."

Alright, now, you sons and daughters of bitches, you know how I feel. Oh... I will be proud to fight beside you wonderful Hammers anytime, anywhere.

That's all

[Galahad]

Goo that is Galahad's face? Elvish bastards? Why Mr. Kerrig, I see you have the silver tongue of a warchief. Such flattery. Hopefully someday soon, you'll see Deathwing and I promise, I'll wear my helm to prevent any unpleasantness.

[Kerrig]

(it's my before BC prejudices coming up, thinking of elves like night elves only. Not the first time I forgot to make the distinction. However, saying that it was in the Stormwind times would mean night elves and not blood elves. Or do you have traitors working for the alliance, hmmmm? I will edit it to night elves.

As to the go that was Gal's face, why, the original line is best friend. That means everyone thinks of Gal that way! He dies, and everyone gets angry!)

[Galahad]

Oh but Master Kerrig, speaking on behalf of bastard elves everywhere (And yes Gal is a bastard if you think about it, where is papa Lancelotte that whoring so and so. Obviously he's one elf who gets fornication right), your words fill me with hope. They inspire one like that other great orcish hero, the warrior poet Garrosh Hellscream. With a speech like that, even Garrosh would be proud to call you brother. If it's good enough for the warchief, it's good enough for the rest of us.