n/a Well, well, well. What do we have here? A little man in little armor, clinking and clanking around my lair like a tin can full of dog shit. Do you truly think your little toothpick sword and your tiny baby shield will protect you. Do you know not who I am, you little shit?
n/a I am the ancient. I am the light. I am the lord of darkness eternal. I could you up with barely a pinky finger, you little shit. Intruding on my domain.
n/a I could rip your spine out of my eyes closed, my hands tied behind my floor. Damn it. How can this be for the cruel twist of fate? And isn't it like 9 PM? Daylight savings.
n/a But what is this? You give mercy and you give water. Oh, thank you, friend. Yes. Give it to me.
n/a Is that holy water? Are you cooking breakfast? Am I smoldering carbs? Can I have some?