Oy, eh! What about us ‘ere upstandin’ members uf the honourable Generators’ Representative Union of New Tyria?! We GRUNTs ‘ave been werkin’ DAY and NIGHT for that flighty Asuran madman! Buildin’ ‘is workshop! Creatin’ ‘is toys! Preparin’ ‘is machines! Makin’ it SNOW in a tropical port town!
‘Is demands were unreasonable, ah tell you!! Unreasonable! ’E wanted an ENTIRE minni-a-ture world of FIVE cities all up inside ’is blimp (which ay don’t ‘ave to tell you the sheer size uf which may be compensatin’ fer somethin’, if’n you know what ay mean). Not only did we at the Union build ‘im somethin’ that can support that weight, but made it so it could FLY! An’ den do you know what ‘e up and does? ’E, against our esteemed advisement, takes off wif it to all the cities! It was everything we could do to make sure ’e didn’t steer it into a mountain!
If it weren’t fer our esteemed efforts, there could’ve been major ree-percussions for all the citizens of Tyria, Yer Honour! If it weren’t fer whut we did, there’d be more than just presents scattered like shrapnel all ov’er Tyria…
Yer Honour, we GRUNTs would be honoured if you would hear our humble grievances… It’s Wintersday!