Oh, look. Another zombie messenger from Calgaya. Tellin' us to cease fire with fishes, the BITCH.
Use acid to dispose of the body. I don't have time for this.
What, no reply this time?
These fish-midget motherfuckers came to my land twice. They bothered my customers, almost came to my home, then went away. Right after I established my southern network from scratch, they came again! And REFUSED to go away when I sent an ambassador to negotiate. They messed with my head instead. I had all those... visions. After we finish cleaning up this mess... we will go our separate ways. Our paths will never cross and we will tell this to no one. Understood?
Oh, what I can talk now? How are you going to clean this mess when we lost so many Chosen Warriors fighting that overgrown midget?
Soon our main army will be ready. Nobody challenged Master Blaster and his chosen ones, and this month he will claim Thunderdome as his own!
Let the fishes and midgets run back and hide inside their huts for now. Right after my army of Chosen Warriors will be free, I will lead them into my holy crusade agaisnt Altnom. Personally.
Why can't you just let go? We won the fishes, they learned the lesson. Actually, we learned the lesson too. Do you know those bracers we give Chosen Warriors to enhance the effect of crystal meth? Apparently, multiple bracers have even larger effect on them!
Pretty cool, huh? Come on. We have better things to do. No need to put ourselves in danger.
I am not in danger, Jesse. I am the danger. A guy opens his door and gets shot and you think that of me? No. I am the one who knocks!