El t'sa, vo guster menad le tserafim... mor ktulrisk voturinjist po fewaran! Eltul, eltul, menigwan... forminschinaz xiphor! Alet desphimere porwel quoriphorm meneaidad pforose... lo ji higoon warph.
Astil, astil... 'tis good to see you all again! The gates of time are purple, roses bloom under my feather mattress, and the old guard is here to greet me upon my return. 'Tis a good day.
Molé: A dish served by the Northern Juggernaughts of Juggerland. Some say that eating it is akin to being smashed through the head by a gold bar wrapped around a bottle of lemon juice. Others say that it is rather hard to wrap a gold bar around anything...