Endgame

I gave you a round of shock therapy, but I guess it is failin'; you're still spewing crap like a demented Sarah Palin. You cower behind gods because you have no hope of victory - gotta pray to higher begins just to scratch me! Why are you and your gang of sellswords even try? No matter the strategy, you're all going to die. You had a chance to rock me like a hurricane but I'm just not impressed by your power... I'll gut your entire party, throw you off of the belltower...

Boy, you've got bats in your belfry if you think you can out-rhyme and out strategy me. You think you've got power, you think you've got skill, but I won't even cower, now take a chill-pill.

you're nothing more than a drugged up crab with a whole lot of lightning, but no gift of the gab. You think you'll out-rhyme or two-time or just slime my group, but I'm all-prime, I'm sublime,I'll make a war-crime out of you! When this encounter is over and we've beaten your megablocks, as a Druid, I can inform you it's gunna be stomped on like grass.