Prehistoric Shenanigans

this is why vol'jin is amazing

• Garrosh Hellscream: Don't talk back to me, troll. You know who was left in charge here. Haven't you stopped to ask yourself why Thrall chose me instead of you?
• Vol'jin: Dere be no question why, Garrosh. He gave ya tha title because ya be Grom's son and because tha people be wantin' a war hero.
• Vol'jin: I tink ya be even more like ya father den ya thought, even witout da demon blood.
• Garrosh Hellscream: You are lucky that I don't gut you right here, whelp. You are foolish to think that you can speak to your Warchief in such ways.
• Vol'jin: Ya be no Warchief of mine. Ya not earned my respect and I'll not be seein' tha Horde destroyed by ya foolish thirst for war.
• Garrosh Hellscream: And what exactly do you think that you are going to do about it? Your threats are hollow. Go slink away with the rest of your kind to the slums, I will endure your filth in my throne room no longer.
• Vol'jin: I know exactly what I'll be doin' about it, son of Hellscream. I'll watch and wait as ya people slowly become aware of ya ineptitude. I'll laugh as dey grow ta despise ya as I do.
• Vol'jin: And when tha time comes dat ya failure is complete and ya "power" is meaningless, I will be dere to end ya rule swiftly and silently.
• Vol'jin: Ya will spend ya reign glancin' over ya shoulda and fearin' tha shadows, for when tha time comes and ya blood be slowly drainin' out, ya will know exactly who fired tha arrow dat pierced ya black heart.
• Garrosh Hellscream: You have sealed your fate, troll.
• Vol'jin: And you yours, "Warchief."