My mouth is wide open as usual. My upper jaw reaches to heaven and my lower jaw is on the earth. I would open it even wider if Ihad more room. Fire flashes from my eyes and nostrils and I snarl and shout:

"Beware puny beings! We are chaos and we're here to destroy!"

The disgusting Midgard-serpent is at my side vomiting forth venom that defiles the air and sea, and Surt is riding ahead, waving his bright, shiny sword about like a madman. Suddenly it breaks into a million tiny pieces as we ride over Bifrost. I howl with rage at the flaming demon when one of the piece almost takes my eye out. Lucky for him he's out of reach, or I'd bite his head off.

The sons of Muspel lead us to Vigrid, where Loki, Hel and company are partying with the Frost Giants. The Gjallar-horn section is in full swing by the time we arrive, and Ygdrasil is moving and shaking the earth.

I've worked up quite an appetite and cast about for a tasty morsel. I spy Thor, but the serprent gets to him first. Odin looks a tad stringy, but I'm too hungry to care. I swallow him in one gulp, golden helmet, spear and all. Then I head for Tyr, but that pesky hound Garm is in the way.

I wish Surt would stop singeing my fur. Oh good. He's off to the far side of the plain to fight with Frey.

Uh oh. Vidar's got his foot in my mouth. Hey! That hurts!