It’s not a flute, Willump. It’s a sword called Svellsongur! Fine, I’ll stick to snowballs.
Old people always doom the world, so it’s up to kids to save it.
How many words do yetis have for “snow”? And for “farts”? I knew it!
Last one there is a stinky old yeti! Fine, magical too…
Willump, I can’t believe they had a t-shirt in your size. XL, as in extra limbs.
I bet, if we stayed really still we become invisible! I’ll always see you, Willump.
Let’s count our steps! Eleventy-seventy and one, eleventy-seventy and two…
Heroes don’t need hugs. Okay, they’re not looking now. Bring it in, you big fursnarggle!
Every adventure is better with a friend!
You can’t give up if you’re standing on a yeti! That’s as up as it gets.
It’s okay to be sad sometimes, Willump. That’s how you know when you’re happy.
Believe in yourself, Tryndamere, and you won’t need to call people chickens behind their backs!
Are we there, yeti? Hehe, get it? You’re laughing on the inside, huh?
There’s nothing to it, but to do it!
Keep playing, Willump! No one can tell us not to! We already broke the rules with the super-mega punch!
I hope Lissandra’s not mad. Her face might freeze that way.
We’ve come to eat candy canes and kick naughty list butt. And everyone’s on the naughty list!
