Tuktu Hinterlands Pretty Lollipop

"You won't let that go, right?" Birk asked in a good-natured manner and tilted his head a little to the side. Frankly speaking, he did not mind. He had had worst epithets in life than "snow lump". Some had definitely included "trolls" and their "backsides", as well as other body parts, which would not be polite to mention and which are left for the reader's imagination alone. Birk's lips on that matter were sealed. 

"Very well, Ice. Block," he emphasized the last words. Two could play this game and, what was a better way to pass the time than having a bit of entertainment that included word fights. "Or would you like to be called Eye-Bee for short?"