Creeper (offscreen): “Man, you’re the freaking Horned King. Do we have to live in such a dirty old castle?”
Horned King: “My mental-midget minion, do you know how much they charge to rent one of those fancy palaces? No one else wants this castle, so we can live here for free. Besides, I’m a ghastly, nightmarish villain, and my followers are a horde of unhygienic barbarians and an army of zombies. Dark, filthy, and ramshackle suits my image better.”
*Horned King takes sip from goblet, then slams it down and shatters it.*
Horned King: “This wine tastes like crap!”
Creeper:
