Grubbing in the dirt, old poor people there...

- Will there be grub in the town, sir? - Aye, boys. Plenty.

And you're a grub in fancy armor who's better at beating little girls than fighting men.

And you're a grub in fancy armor who's better at beating little girls than fighting men.

And you're a grub in fancy armor who's better at beating little girls than fighting men.

Don't you want to see the Christmas window at Mousey's? And smell lots of greasy grub in the food court?

Except there's no snow, we got warm grub in our bellies. . . . . .and the trees aren't exploding from Kraut artillery, but yeah.

Huh? Poor, unfortunate souls grubbing and digging in the dirt!

You've got some pretty dresses and you've got some grub coming in.

How ya feelin'? Grub okay in here for ya? What do you want?