Were I not so fat, I'd agree to your plan at once, and could probably conquer that horde of fierce warriors without any assistance at all--any at all--eh, Bilbil?
But I grieve to say that I am fat, and not in good fighting trim.

As for your determination to do what I admit I can't do, Inga, I fear you forget that you are only a boy, and rather small at that." "No, I do not forget that," was Inga's reply.
"Then please consider that you and I and Bilbil are not strong enough, as an army, to conquer a powerful nation of skilled warriors.

We could attempt it, of course, but you are too young to die, while I am too old.

Come with me to my City of Gilgad, where you will be greatly honored.

I'll have my professors teach you how to be good.