Viking ships appear on the shore. Hrendar Wrathmunger and his Vikings stream ashore and rush to the gate of a walled city. A tree is felled and used as a battering ram. After the first thud against the city gates, a peep door in the gate opens and Hrendar sees a man’s face peering at his Viking Army. Hrendar strides boldly to the gate and pounds on it demanding entrance.
Hrendar: Open this gate for Hrendar Wrathmunger and his hordes so we may have at you.
Mayor: Who is it?
Hrendar: We are Viking hordes!!
Town Elder: (peeking out) Phew! Might whiffy they are!
Town Elder 2: And the full body fur is rather off putting.
Mayor: Quite right! (To Hrendar) Tell you what, go have a bathe and shave, then we’ll chat a bit.
Hrendar: We are Viking Hordes and you tell US to go bathe and shave?
Town Elder 2: It would help. Smell rather like sweaty fish, you do. Off you go then.
Hrendar: (reaches through the peep door and grabs the Mayor) We are Hordes of Vikings come to ravage!
Mayor: All the more reason for a bathe and shave. No offense, but being ravaged before is not exactly exciting, if you know what I mean.
Hrendar: (roaring at the Mayor) Viking Warrior Hordes have no need for niceties. Now OPEN THE GATES!!!
Hrendar and his Viking “Hordes”
Town Elder: (to Mayor) Oh, HORDES……with a “D” Well, THAT certainly changes things a bit.
Town Elder 2: I’ll go and start the shrieking and terror, shall I?
Mayor: (to Hrendar) Sorry, no one is home, we have no need of Viking Hordes with a “d” today. Thank you though. (shuts peep door as shrieking and mayhem ensue)
Point: Sometimes, it’s not what you say, but how you say it!