As a motherfucking Grand Highblood of the Subjugglators, it's our motherfucking duty to have something against any motherfucker that her Imperious Condescension deems unworthy of anything but spite and death. But hey, motherfucking personal feelings on the table? I kinda like 'em. I like 'em so motherfucking much, I wanna spill that shit onto a palette and complete my painting. It's a real wicked confusing emotion that I all up and got for that putrid red stain- don't even know what it all is, you know?

Not that I got the canvas here to finish though, anyway- it's back in my little motherfucking world. [Sounds legitimately disappointed by this. He can't really kill anyone here to start a new one after all....]