Once upon a time, the Tasty king of Stormwind, Varian Wrynn, was sailing on his ship, the Pride of Slagathor, when suddenly an orcish warship came out of the fog! "Battle stations!" the king ordered. "We will not let them take the Cheap Prostitutes!" Two troll hunters fired arrows at Varian, narrowly missing his Gluteus Maximus. "By Leeroy Jenkin's ghost! That was close," Varian Whistled.

Garrosh Hellscream, warchief of the Horde, ran out onto the deck of his ship, the Kingslayer Orkus's Minor Disappointment. "Varian, you cowardly Alpaca! Come face me, and feel the might of my Mag'har Mucus!" Garrosh lunged forward and, with the grace of a Core Hound, landed on Varian's ship. The two fought until the Bilge was red? with Kidneys.

Suddenly, Chen Stormstout appeared in a puff of Mike's Hard Lemonade. "Stop this at once! Your battle has cut off shipments of the ingredients to my prized new ale, Confused Tundra Summer Stout! If this continues, we will never have enough for Brewfest!" Varian and Garrosh looked at each other's Strangely Attractive faces and agreed that this fighting was pointless. "Garrosh, what do you say we let bygones be bygones and have a drinks together at Brewfest?" "A true warchief partners with Mobbins

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