Blake stands upon the high altar... Lo! What a fiend is here! Or is it a lamb? Little lamb, who made thee? Dost thou know who made thee?
Uh... yeah. Who the hell are you, nut-case?
I must be lost, ha ha. Where's the bathroom?
I need the key to the cult prison. Give it to me and I won't hurt you.
What's this about a vault that your little cult is trying to hide?
Let's just fight. I want to beat the shit out of you before my feet get too wet.
I am Blake: a horror and an astonishment. Shuddering the heavens to look upon me. Behold!
Wow. A zombie with a gland disorder. I wouldn't dream of fighting you!
I don't want to mess up your pretty face, so just give me the prison key, okay?
That's nice. Now tell me about this secret vault.
You're gonna behold my foot up your ass in a second.
Ah, comedy! Blake shrieks with delight! Forth from the dead dust rattling bones, the shivering clay breathes, and all flesh naked stands...
I don't speak "fucking lunatic". Who the hell are you, anyway?
I'll say this slow... GIVE ME PRISON KEY. You comprende?
Tell me about this secret vault you're hiding. And please, use sentences.
Naked?!? I say we just keep our clothes on and fight to the death.
And by came an angel who had a bright key, and he opened the coffins and set them all free... There is no key, and no freedom but death.
What are you, some kind of Renaissance Fair reject?
I'm amazed that you pulled a rhyme out of that maggot farm in your skull.
You're hiding a vault somewhere in this area; I want to know where.
I know that you have the key. Guess we have to do this the hard way...
Ah, our most holy mystery. The vault is a trap for Eternity, both sacred and profane. None may enter; nothing can leave.
Who are you to decide that? What's your connection to the vault?
You rehearsed that, didn't you? Try it again... this time with feeling.
You can keep your vault. I just want the key to the cult prison.
I'd love to hear more gibberish, but can we just skip to the fighting?
Rent away with a terrible crash, eternity rolls wide apart, wide asunder rolling, mountainous all around, leaving only a space for the battle to come...
Enough already. Let's get it on.
