[ ´ω`] Yumpin' Yiminee, kids
( ゚∀゚) <Did you ever meet a Viking grandpa?
( ゚∀゚) Have you got one of those horned helmets?
⁽[ ´ω`] ⁾ These are all natural. I grew them myself.
⁽[ ´ω`]
⁽[ ´ω`] Oh no! One fell off!
( ゚∀゚) how did you survive the extreme cold and darkness of winter near the arctic circle?
[ ´ω`] We huddled together in enormous groups on the ice and sort of hibernated, living off accumulated fat.
( ´ω`) Hey, Junior. Who's the squarehead?
(・∀・) Beats me, Grandpa. I just got here myself.
( ・-・) Seriously?
( ・-・) Nobody cares about fucking Grandpa threads any more. Give it up.
( ゚∀゚) Grandpa, how are you so skilled in martial arts?
( #-・) More like partial farts am i rite
(・∀・) ... no.
( #-・) Shut up Turn-A Kid, no one likes you.
⁽[ ´ω`] Play nice, kids. Or I'll knock your heads together, and that'll make a sound like a bowling alley.
( ゚∀゚) How is Oslo, Nordpa?
[ ´ω`] T'ings is pretty bad dere at de moment, but dere does seem some hope of a constitutional settlement.
(・∀・) Grandpa, why do you never shave?
[ ´ω`] the cold weather causes shaving cream to freeze.
(・∀・) How many baby's did you impale on pikes grandpa?
[ ´ω`] Something wrong with your hearing, boy? It's babes that I impaled on my "pike".
(・∀・) I somehow doubt that, you crazy old coot.
[ ´ω`] Who's this Grandpa you keep yakkin' about?
(・∀・) you aren't fooling anyone with that disguise, Grandpa.
( ´ω`) Somebody talking about me?
[ ´ω`] Aren't you the handsome fella?
( ゚∀゚) Do you snus?
[ ´ω`] Every chance I get.
( ゚∀゚) What snus is your favorite?
[ ´ω`] Every snus I get.
[ ´ω`] Only the best.
(・∀・) Are you just Grandpa with a box on your head or what?
[ ´ω`] What a stupid question. Are you mentally damaged or something?
(・∀・) Nordpa, what subgenre of metal is the best?
[ ´ω`] Doom
[ ´ω`] Then go to the fields and help the farmers raise the next crop of lutefisk, boy.
( ゚∀゚) Have you killed any trolls lately?
[ ´ω`] Oh, yes! From the heights of Hammersfeldyeld to the depths of the Skoldvoldmoldobold I fought my foe, axe against tusk, sword against thick greasy skin, shield against broken yellow claws. We dashed and clabbered, yawped and snarved until at last I stood over his broken body, exhausted and victorious.
[ ´ω`] Then I fed him to you for dinner.
( ゚∀゚) When was that? Meatloaf night?
[ ´ω`] Sure was by Yiminy.
( ゚∀゚) I thought I heard somewhere that troll flesh was poisonous.
( ゚∀゚) Oh, sort of like hákarl then?
(・∀・) I'm bumping dumb Grandpa spinoff threads now.
[ ゚∀゚] am I kawaii uguu, nordpa?
[ ´ω`] I don't understand your crazy moon language, but you are looking sharp there, boy.