I would not, could not, in a Citadel.
I could not, would not, with someone so magical.

I will not eat them with an elf.
I will not eat them in a house.

I will not eat them at Northrend or here.
I will not eat them in Azeroth anywhere.

I do not eat green eggs and ham!
I do not like them, Lich King–I–am!

While Dr. Seuss may never have imaged his work being set to the poststructuralist lamentings of an evil-incarnate Paladin, they time is quickly arriving in which your character will sit down and have his last meal in Outlands.

For me, I'm going to be enjoying what's left of my Spicy Crawdad. I built up a large supply of the stuff six or so months ago. I think I've only used about half of it, so there'll be plenty to eat while leveling through Northrend.

But on Wednesday evening when I group up with my friends of Eldre'Thalas for the last time to grind that final bit of Honor Hold rep I need to get exalted (sorry if you didn't know we were doing this guys), I'll be eat my spicy crawdad.

My last meal seems a bit fishy. wow power leveling