Likely story, I know my own fuckin' dad, ew again. [She takes a long drag on her cigarette.] Look here, Allard, I dunno how you think it fuckin' works but I stay separate from you. You don't own me in the fuckin' least. Just cos you sprung my dad from gaol, doesn't make you a fuckin' hero. I reckon, as you went and helped the Aesir by liftin' the glorious idiot's thundercock from where it'd been rightfully buried for good, well. I reckon you ain't worth shite. So I'm sayin' hi and that's fuckin' it. Don't expect fuckin' playtime or teatime or whatever my daft bloody siblings are up to. See you at fuckin' Ragnarok unless I'm too busy havin' my fuckin' head beaten in. [Tirade done, it's time for another long, furious drag of her cigarette.]