Character: Cohen The Barbarian

- If you kill me, my place will rise a thousand.
Yeah, but the point is not that. The point is that you're dead.

Dead. Poisoning with heavy metals.
- It's like?
Three the sword in the belly.

- And how are you doing, Cohen? - said Evil Harry. I heard you Emperor now?
- Sounds good, huh? gloomily responded Cohen. - But you know what? Boring. All crawling around you cringe, not fight with anyone, and soft beds begins to ache. A lot of money, and nothing to spend, except on toys. This damned civilization is sucking the life out of you.

The last hero ought to return what was stolen first.

- Strange, damn country, he said. - Did you hear that the Empire is surrounded with a wall?
- So... uh... could not get... these, um, Barbara?..
- Oh, a very wise way of protection - sarcastically chuckled Cohen. - Like how come we're watching: Bah! - Yes, there is a twenty-foot wall, let's go, we better back in good time, well, that is three thousand miles, it is still better to get out than go and make some stairs made of pine, which is on every corner growing. No! The wall they've built to ensure that nobody could get out!