Erm... has it occured to you that Vikings and Monks really aren't the best of friends? Like, for ten centuries or so, Vikings just went along going, "Hwaet, Olaf, what ye wanna du?" "Weel-a, Hrothgar, mebbe ve gu i-viking, sail down the coast of Eire, and sack anuther monestary. Then ve can-a get some good stoof, chop up some moonks, and mebbe rape a few noons."

So, Mr.Bite-the-heads-offa-small-flying-critters, I gotta warn ya, times have changed. Y'all come crashing through my door with your big battle axe, while I'm sifting through obscure Perlish manuscripts, and I'll have to bust a cap in your Norwegian keister.

Hmm... on the other hand, a t-shirt would be cool...