“Sticks n' stones may break our bones, but.....oh crap....they can hurt us.

And the sky went black! Blood clouds churned and the seas of Hell poured forth. Upon the great ferry of the underworld, Death comes calling! Extending icy hand for the heart of Rhino Hellburn!

But could the stillness of thy heart hold back a charioteer? To thee I say...NAY!

Rise again slayer of man and beast! Walk again and terror animate! Play til thy grave calls for the sticks n stones! And fall not to the void thy soul! With the life of Erling Bowman, let his head breathe soul into ye! Crawl to the light of the living, and be bloodbowl incarnate!

Hail to Grod the Mighty Stabber! Power shot to the throat of Green Tea brings glory! Upgrade, to mighty blow! Stalk dodgers and fill their eyes with nightmares!

Set blaze high to the sky and fill the heavens...with the power of Hell!

EDIT 1: response to the undead:

To you I say, NAY! the Crayon of Doom shall always rest in the hands of Totally Chill!”