It's breakfast ye want, is it? It's breakfast ye are gonna be if ye don't move off from here. Me man be an ogre, and there be nothin' he like better than little boys broiled on toast. So ye best move along now before he comes.
Hello in there? Could you be so kind as to give me some breakfast, for I haven't had anything to eat?
Fee fi fo fum.... I smell the blood of an Englishman. Be he alive or be he dead, I'll grind his bones to make me bread.