Oh dreadful son-of-a-troll!
Last night the most feared of all the jólasveinar came, and a true son of a troll is he...
Curse you!
He steals your skyr, the last of the precious few hauled hundreds of miles across the mountains, in the snow, up hill, both ways...
and then he taunts you!
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