CURSE YOU, WUK LAMAT! I HEREBY VOW, YOU WILL RUE THIS DAY! BEHOLD, A TRUE BLESSED CHILD, AND I, BAKOOL JA JA! YOUR FEARS MADE FLESH! SOLID OF SCALE YOU MIGHT BE, FOUL FURRY, BUT I WILL RIDDLE WITH HOLES YOUR ROTTEN HIDE! WITH A HAIL OF HARPOONS, WITH EVERY LAST DROP OF MY BEING!