Lo! Mine enemies are many. Their throngs assaileth me by day, their armies besiege me by night. Friends are scarce. Brothers yet scarcer. Shall I retreat? Shall I fear? Shall I despair? Nay! I shall venture forth, battle-borne and Valhalla-bound! I, Asger The Arcane, feareth neither man nor beast! I balk from neither living nor dead! Nay, not even Thor himself would deny me my victory! I shall taketh up mine chalice with mine sword. The blackness of the dark-roasted elixir will propel me! Now bring me thine enemy!
I am Asger The Arcane. Drinketh ye Bring Me Thine Enemy Coffee. Henceforth, go ye hard!