Dave, Fist of Odin Hmm. Well, perhaps Brogg no longer speaks human, or maybe he's just messing with the poor, easily confused Fist of Odin. 'Screech twice for yes, let's get him?' I ask, as Brogg the Eagle flies back to the farm. Dave, Fist of Odin handles mixed messages poorly, you know. "So, umm . . . what?"

Well, fuck it. Ahem . . . .

Yeah I'm Dave
That's right
Odin's motherfucking Fist

And I'm here to tell you
That we just got dissed

Vrill's getting paid
He's got mad game
Even though in the day
He's been hella lame

Brogg used to be a half-orc
And a priest of Grisbane
But now he's an eagle
Soaring high, feeling pain

And there's Marivhon
He's the monk who could
Now he's lootin, now he's sellin'
Now he's back in the hood

And Cinder,
Yo - what happened to you?
You were passing out the damage
Now you're watching Scooby Do?

Well me, I'm riding
But I'm here all alone
So I'm gonna go back
To where we used to call home

We came we saw we conquered
You know we beat Vrill's trap
But I guess I could use
Some cold 40s and a nap

What's my name?
Fist of Odin!
Yeah I'm Dave, Fist of Odin
But I'm tired and I'm thirsty
So Vrill can go get pissed.  ¶ 5:27 PM