Sounds like something my friend Snotlout would be into. After he stopped panicking about being in the future and not having giant chunks of meat to gnaw at, anyways.

I'm Hiccup, by the way, and as for what my life's like? I'm from Berk. It's a wet heap of rock in the Barbaric Archipelago, about twelve days north of Hopeless, a few degrees south of Freezing to Death, and snows nine months out of the year. The food is terrible, the people are loud and obnoxious, but our sports are second to none. Probably because we play them on dragonback.