Vormav: Rofel, show me the daily report!
Rofel: Yes, sir *Hands him some files*
Vormav: Grrr, it's worst than I though...
Vormav: (singing) Each morning at nine,
They twinkle through the gate
They go home early
They come in late!
Reeking of cheap liquor
They stumble through the day
Never give a thought to
Slaying heretics, live like kings!
I know it shouldn't vex, I shouldn't take it hard...
I should ignore their sniveling
With a tingley disregard BUT...
Choir: Look at all those idiots!
Vormav: OOhhhh, look at all those boobs!
Choir: A church full of morons!
Vormav: An abbey full of fools!
Choir: Is it any wonder...
Vormav: That I'm singing the blues!
They don't even thank me
For the paychecks I give them
Oh, to lure them to my house and then..
RELEASE THE HOUNDS!
I know I shouldn't grow unsettled
When faced with such abuse...
I shouldn't let it plague me...
I SHOULDN'T BLOW A FUSE but...
Choir: Look at all those idiots!
Vormav: Look at all those boobs!
Choir: A church full of morons!
Vormav: An abbey full of fools!
Choir: Isn't it any wonder...
Vormav: That I'm singing the blues?
Vormav: What happened? Where's the choir?
Rofel: I believe it's lunch time, sir!
Vormav: I CAN'T HAVE BREAK TIME NOW! WHAT IF THE HIGH PRIEST WAS
AROUND? Play a guitar solo!
Rofel: I'm a little out of practice, sir..
Vormav: I said do it... so DO IT DO IT DO IT!
Rofel: Yes, sir...*Jams on guitar*
Vormav: Excellent... well done... that would sufficiant, Rofel...
Rofel: Excuse me?
Vormav: I SAID THAT'S ENOUGH!
Rofel: Sorry, sir... though I had my mojo working.
Vormav: That man by the cooler drinking water as if it's free..!
Rofel: Oh, that's Kletian Drowa, a sorcerer drone from Magic City Gariland
Vormav: Yes, well, call this Drowa to my quarters and stay to watch the fun... If he's 6 feet when
he enters, he'll be two feet when I'm done...
Rofel: *Laughs*
Vormav: It brings a ray of sunshine to my unhappy life
To make him kneel before me and slowly twist the knife!
Choir and Vormav: Surrounded by idiots!
Vormav: Outnumbered by boobs!
Choir and Vormav: Outdone by Morons!
Vormav (shouting) A PLANET FULL OF FOOLS!
Vormav: Isn't any wonder...?
Rofel: Should you be singing, sir...?
Vormav: Singing the blues!
Rofel: Sir, you make muddy waters sound shallow and cheerful by comparision...
Vormav: Thank you, Rofel. Meaningless but heartfelt compliment. I feel I got a few things off
my chest... well, the chests of my inferiors...
Rofel: You did sir....