Bjorn drags your elderly neighbor before me. I hand her a heavy log to carry, and she drops it, groaning. I shake my head. Too weak. Bring someone else. Bjorn kills your weak neighbor, then brings you forward. I look you over. Hey, you're pretty cute! I'll give you a choice. This log weighs as much as one of my sheep. Either carry it to that rock, or dance for me! I might keep you if you please me!
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