*Jonah turns around to face Eriksson,giving him a half-puzzled,half-appauled look."Ey,mon...say whatcha will,but dat was some lousy choice o' words there.Da Order o' Bretonia...pfft."He then approaches Banger,and asks him as quietly as possible: "Ya want me ta...make 'im...disappear,mon?". whilst carrying a disturbing grin on his bearded face.*
Sucks to be a weight on the wrong side of the brilliance-insanity scale.