Once upon a time, the studious king of Stormwind, Varian Wrynn, was sailing on his ship, the Pride of Canada, when suddenly an orcish warship came out of the fog! "Battle stations!" the king ordered. "We will not let them take the delightful textbooks!" Two troll hunters fired arrows at Varian, narrowly missing his elbow. "By Bolvar's ghost! That was close," Varian urinated.

Garrosh Hellscream, warchief of the Horde, ran out onto the deck of his ship, the Grotbag's Frustration. "Varian, you cowardly horse! Come face me, and feel the might of my Mag'har saliva!" Garrosh lunged forward and, with the grace of a bear, landed on Varian's ship. The two fought until the poopdeck was blue with gallbladders.

Suddenly, Chen Stormstout appeared in a puff of Erdinger Weissbier Dunkel. "Stop this at once! Your battle has cut off shipments of the ingredients to my prized new ale, Tired Taiga Spring Stout! If this continues, we will never have enough for Brewfest!" Varian and Garrosh looked at each other's thirsty faces and agreed that this fighting was pointless. "Garrosh, what do you say we let bygones be bygones and have infinite drinks together at Brewfest?" "A true warchief partners with Sphynx!"

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