Ok I were just handing a quest here and here is what happened to me, read carefully it's just hillarious xD
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What says admiral:
Admiral: Hey, Cookie! What's for dinner tonight? And don't say chicken!
Cookie: Yarr, Admiral. Let me think about it... Arrr... It be comin' into focus.
Cookie: It looks like it be succulent pork ribs basted with its own delectable juices and a side o' Captain Sander's Secret Sauce - fer dippin'.
Cookie: And fer dessert we be havin' cheesecake, flown in fresh from Stormwind on the wings o' angels...
Admiral: Wow! Really?
Cookie: No. Not really...
<"Cookie" shoots a chicken>
Cookie: It be chicken...
Admiral: I hate you so much, Cookie.
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When handing in the [Rune Covered Tablet]
Priestess: Adamant, could you please take a look at this tablet and try to decipher the runes?
Archaeologist: Of course! Anything for you, darling!
Archaeologist: Alright, let me take a look at that tablet.
Archaeologist Adamant Ironheart slowly reads the tablet, mouthing the words in their native tongue.
Archaeologist: Naga warlord! Oh dear...
Archaeologist: Well, you aren't going to like what I have to tell you, young missy. This tablet is a naga communication. Their leader, Warlord Sriss'tiz, has ordered his naga to take the rest of the island by force.
Archaeologist: And it looks like he's got reinforcements comin' from Nazjatar!
Archaeologist: We've got to do something about this!
Priestess: Thank you, Adamant. I think I know just the person for the job.
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And together! xDDD
Priestess: Adamant, could you please take a look at this tablet and try to decipher the runes?
Archaeologist: Of course! Anything for you, darling!
Admiral: Hey, Cookie! What's for dinner tonight? And don't say chicken!
Archaeologist: Alright, let me take a look at that tablet.
Archaeologist Adamant Ironheart slowly reads the tablet, mouthing the words in their native tongue.
Cookie: Yarr, Admiral. Let me think about it... Arrr... It be comin' into focus.
Archaeologist: Naga warlord! Oh dear...
Cookie: It looks like it be succulent pork ribs basted with its own delectable juices and a side o' Captain Sander's Secret Sauce - fer dippin'...
Cookie: ...And fer dessert we be havin' cheesecake, flown in fresh from Stormwind on the wings o' angels.
Archaeologist: Well, you aren't going to like what I have to tell you, young missy. This tablet is a naga communication. Their leader, Warlord Sriss'tiz, has ordered his naga to take the rest of the island by force.
Archaeologist: And it looks like he's got reinforcements comin' from Nazjatar!
Archaeologist: We've got to do something about this!
Priestess: Thank you, Adamant. I think I know just the person for the job.
Admiral: Wow! Me? Really?
Cookie: No. Not really...
<"Cookie" shoots a chicken>
Cookie: It be chicken...
Admiral: I hate you so much, Cookie.