"Sons of Sandycove, Newfoundland and Northisle. I am William Wallace."
"William Wallace is seven feet tall."
"Yes, I've heard. Makes Balloons by the millions, and if he were here, he'd consume the German servers with fireballs from his eyes, and bolts of lightning from his behind.
I AM William Wallace and I see a whole army of my countrymen, here in defiance of tyranny. You've come to make Balloons as free men, and free men you are. What will you do without freedom? Will you make Balloons?!"
"Make Balloons against that, no, we will run, and we will keep our resources!"
"Aye, make Balloons and you will lose your stuff, run and you'll live fat and rich, for at least a while. And dying of boredom in your comfy chairs, many months from now, would you be willing to trade ALL the days from this day to that, for one chance, just ONE chance, to come back here and tell the Germans servers, that they may have inappropriate advantages in the competition, but they'll never take OUR BALLOONS!!!"