"What the hell are you doing ? Please, please, please, stop burning my lunch !"
"Wasn't enough to spend your time to break our cozy nests... You're the worst dude ever..."
"Its my food, go hunt smb else"
"More food guys, get him"
"This creatures on 2 paws more tastier than wofs and less fur in the mouth"
"Don't touch me while I'm eating"
"You smells as our food, i ca'nt stand, I so want to taste you"
Mmm. delicious but could use a little salt.
Oh, someone's coming. A fresh meal must not be wasted, this one will not run away anywhere.
Come to me, white-haired .. oh he pulled out his sword, he's a witcher!
Finally, A Worthy Opponent , Our Battle Will Be Legendary!
Come on warrior. I'm here to kill you, or die by your hand ...
Ahh .. you hit me! uhh I can't feel my legs! My blood is everywhere ...
Uhh ... I ... feel ... cool ...
Geralt of Rivia, the real slim shady,
please stand up, please stand up,
I smell in a howling wind,
how you're reaching in, your breath is out.
A lonely wolf roaming broken lands,
the whirl of rage and steal - I dig it,
but when a herbalist in need turns her back on you,
you're going to pick it.
...
By the way, I thought witchers were sterile,
Law of Surprise?
Hah, that's not how you adopt a daughter!