Byrnoth: I'll make this brief. God knows you've got little enough time left on the planet. At cock's crow, we're off to fight the Vikings. Why? Because this little island is SICK of being invaded by Europeans! We've had the Romans, the Saxons, and now the Danes. For God's sake, who's next? The bloody Normans? Badsmith: I wouldn't worry about millennium poxes, mate. We'll all be dead before then. Burnt to cinders by a huge, fiery ball. Gudrun: Oh, that's enough! Listen, you can take it from me, our existence as we know it is not gonna end on the first of January underneath a great, blazing, fiery ball of flame. Badsmith: Right. But even if it does, it's not the end of the world, is it?