[Kara stands in the middle of the village, shouting while the villagers throw fruit and rotten vegetables at her
Throw off the yoke of Einon's oppression! We must start to fight back!
Your father sang that sour tune once and we did fight back, and once was enough. We'll not dance to it again!
No, Hewe, just cringe like a dog under Einon's boot!
At least a cringing dog's a live one!