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Patty: "Dread Lord Catastro"? I mean, really? Is _that_ the best you could come up with? I was hoping for something a bit more ... original?

DREAD LORD CATASTRO: PATHETIC WENCH! DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND THE PERIL YOU ARE IN? I HAVE THE POWER TO BEND THIS WORLD TO MY WILL! YOU ARE BUT INSECTS BENEATH MY PLATE MAIL BOOTS!

Patty: Blah, blah, blah. You know, all I hear is a bunch of chest thumping from a lonely "tween" who wouldn't know what to do with a girl who wasn't made out of pixels.
DREAD LORD CATASTRO: JUST WHAT DO YOU HOPE TO ACCOMPLISH BY INCITING MY WRATH, HARLOT?

Patty: Not much, except to buy our friend enough time to get off one good shot.