Ye quivering masses of cowardly goo, hie yerself to the battle I have set up and join it. The only excuse is your sad demeanor and yes, cowardice. You'd let yourself be slapped repeatedly without demur.

Slink out of your hiding place and show yourself, mouse!

Scurvy knaves, the lot of you! Your chicken hearts are weak and pump little blood to your thin, anemic veins. You hide beneath your mother's skirts whilst ye piss yerselves thinking of battling me!

Go back to suckling, children!

Having only gala and doodlez to fight is wearing me down, all losses is killing my love for the game! SOMEBODY else fight me, please!

I used to be ok at this when it wasn't just those two. No way for me to ever beat them, I guess.

I am depressed.