For my next wish, I should have you cleaned off of my squishing boots.
Look at me when I'm squishing you, dirty peasant.
You're in the way of my Imperial Dwarfway. How sad for you.
By the weight of a three hundred pound woman, the Hearthsplitter regent defeats another threat to his rule!
What are you lookin' at? You look up at the sky, you look down on the ground, but you don't look at me, peon. Got it?
