Mutilate, remember you're angry as hell and you want to go space marine on that forgeter.


: You're a son of a bitch, Michael. First I'm attacked in my own fortress, then I'm thrown into a room without getting any food...

: And then this loving thing. I'll be doing the world a favor by killing you.

: And you're any better than me?

: Shut the forget up.

Following your inner rage, you overload your sword and then discharge it through the chest of the wretched old man, killing him painfully.


: Father Sinesus, I have urgent --


: I need a loving drink.