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Houndism: “Any man dies with a clean sword, I'll rape his fucking corpse!"
Interpretation: “I really expect every man to put forth his full effort into this battle. Those that are observed to give less than 100% will be demoted and further disciplined.”
Houndism: “Greasy-haired little bastard, was he? They all are. I bet his hair's greasier than Joffrey's cunt.”
Interpretation: “Individuals in Braavos tend to be swarthy in complexion. Also, lady Arya, I do not respect your fencing instructor, as I deem his swordsmanship and fighting technique to be inferior, similar to Joffrey's lack of competency as a leader.”
Houndism: “You're a talker. Listening to talkers makes me thirsty.”
Interpretation: “I find your endless diatribe to be tiring. I wish for this conversation to end now. I will now quaff your ale as an insult to you and as an impetus to garner your cooperation in remaining silent.”
Houndism: “I understand that if any more words come pouring out your cunt mouth, I'm going to have to eat every fucking chicken in this room.”
Interpretation: “See above, except now I will consume all of your poultry as a further way to induce cessation of this inane conversation as well as to humiliate you and your men.”
Houndism: “Fuck the king!”
Interpretation: “I do not respect, nor support your political figurehead.”
Houndism: “What the fuck’s a Lommy?”
Interpretation: “What the fuck’s a Lommy?”