Nonononononononononono…
Don’t you dare, Garrosh.
Don’t you even fucking dare.
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I WILL FLAY YOU ALIVE AND UPHOLSTER YOUR FORMER THRONE WITH WHAT’S LEFT OF YOUR SKIN. I WILL GUT YOU AND USE YOUR ENTRAILS TO DECORATE ORGRIMMAR WITH YOUR SEVERED LIMBS. I WILL PAINT GROMMASH KEEP WITH YOUR BLOOD!
For what you have done…
YOU. WILL. DIE.