Thor: Has anyone here fought the Grandmaster's champion?
Korg: Doug has. Doug! Our luck, Doug's dead. That's right. Everyone who fights the Grandmaster's champion perishes.
Thor: What about you? You're made of rocks.
Korg: Perishable rock. There you go. Another one gone.
Thor: How'd you end up in here?
Korg: Well, I tried to start a revolution, but didn't print enough pamphlets. So hardly anyone turned up, except for my mum and her boyfriend, who I hate. As punishment, I was forced to be in here and become a gladiator. Bit of a promotional disaster, that one. But I'm actually organizing another revolution. I don't know if you'd be interested in something like that. Do you reckon you'd be interested?
Korg (to Thor): Over here. The pile of rocks waving at you. Here. Yeah, I'm actually a thing. I'm a being. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Korg. I'm kind of like the leader in here. I'm made of rocks, as you can see. But don't let that intimidate you. You don't need to be afraid unless you're made of scissors. Just a little rock-paper-scissor joke for you. This is my very good friend over here, Miek. He's an insect and has knives for hands.