What are you doing here, you filthy little thing?
I shall cook you on a stick, you filthy worm!
Run back to your pitiful tribe, filth!
You'll be lion meal once I'm done with you!
I shall squish you like an insect!
Fool! Did you travel all this way to become dinner! Ha! Ha!
Where do you think you're going, filthy little one?
Come back here! I'll make flesh stew out of you!
I shall enjoy tearing you up, you puny worm!
Come here, boys! I've found our dinner! Ha! Ha!
I will throw you to the lions, you little treacherous worm!
Run, maggot, or become croc-food!
This is our land, filthy one, and you shall not escape us!
There's nowhere to run, little thing!
Well, what do we have here? Oh yes! Dinner!
Filthy worm, how dare you enter our lands?
You're next in the cauldron!
How did the lions not make supper out of you? No matter. I shall do so instead!
I'll make a good roast out of you!
I will squish you like an insect, scum!
I'll make quick work out of you, filth!
You won't see the next day, scum!
I will feed your flesh to my lions!
Your puny weapon is no match for me!