“In you go, you lot,” Robin cackled. “I dare you!”
“There is no need for dares, you rotted potato!” Ketil grumbled. “We was, in any case, going to enter this place not well to enter even before you came along.”
“There is no need to refer to me as a rotted potato, you hothead!” Robin shot back. “Take meself to Sweden and gnaw on your tough old jerky of a carcass, I ought. Just for spite, I might.”“It matters nothing to me as I am not using it,” Ketil returned.