insults 3 son of,bride of insults

[The King]

I can't even recognize your mouth from your arse. There's as much filth and hair around both.

 

[The King]

You have a big mouth but a small asshole

 

[The King]

Do your warriors always use used-up toilet paper as make-up remover?

 

[The King]

Dwarfs' excrement

Fomorian's phlegm

Drune's bogey

 

[The King]

Your stench would blush a drune lord

 

[The King]

Your best companions as a kid were the pigs your grew up with.

 

[The King]

(To male warriors) You may think you move with grace but you would only arouse an erection among Fomorians

 

[The King]

You have no brains and no guts, but you could find some use with your balls in a sling

 

[The King]

So this is why rugby is played with leather balls because when All Blacks use Drune guts instead, they tend to have their hands covered with s.h.i.t (or is it with sheet?). Drune guts, like other Drune material, are notoriously second hand quality.
That's why they originate from the Drunes.

Giving Gaelic names to your sons and daughters won't make them necessarily respectable.

You confuse your arse with a wind instrument because you're too silly to produce and play bagpipes.

The wisest among you are always the loudest, the dirtiest and the pettiest but like the mass they represent, they still sniff other's arses only because they aren't supple enough to sniff and lick their own.

 

[The King]

Do you wanna kiss the devil and expect to live forever? You'd rather feel blessed after kissing my axe.

Formorian band with drunes "lords" attendees. Curiously there was no encore.

 

[The King]

You are so uncivilized you can't even distinguish between a toilet bowl from a kitchen bowl. Is your input inverted as well?

 

[The King]

do you suck and swallow your druids to feel so unashamed?

 

[The King]

Your war paint is quite smelly. I suppose you were lacking of dye. or may be you'd love to ape the bogs.

 

[The King]

Some Drunes, not even Lords, insulted me once telling I was no more than a miscarriage residue.
I am happy that a place whose name derives from the descendants of the inhabitants of Tir Na Nog showed them that they were no more than mashed jars of sh*t.

 

[The King]

It is funny to see that you like to taunt constantly but don't suffer to be taunted.
May be your taunts are just childish envy or adult hate and may be my taunts are mere truth. In the end, you are not even worth what you defecate.
Do you really intend to nurture your soils with your rotting corpses?

 

[The King]

Bad faith, bad breath and bad offspring. A wasted race.

 

[The King]

some count bars, other count corpses. What an occupation! I can also suggest you to count crabs and fleas. A wonderful life indeed.

 

[The King]

There is only one difference between you and an ape: the ape knows where he belongs to.

 

[The King]

You like to remember your dead and you like to nurture your resentment but you are unable to understand why they are dead and to ackowledge your continuous misdeeds. In fact you only use your dead to justify your wrongdoings.

You are so vain that if you were compelled to eat dirt you'd rather say it tastes like honey.

 

[The King]

You are so unsignificant that you have to let your wives speak for you, but they aren't smarter than you are. 2 assholes aren't necessarily better than one.