What does Prince Ring mean, bringing me all this fancy stuff? Does he truly expect me to make my own wedding dress? I don’t want to sew! I want meat, raw meat! I’m starving to death!
Where is that good-for-nothing brother of mine? He’s supposed to be here by now, and he better be bringing me a cart-load of flesh and bones. Where are you, Ironhead? Ah, now I can hear him, coming up from under the floor boards. About time! I’m ravenous!