Myself and the 44,000 exotic dancers (female) want to express our condolences to each and every one of you. None of you are qualified to dance before the Scarlet Throne in Osmon. Imagine a place where the ice cold Mountain Dews never run out. A place where the hot tubs are always bubbling with red neon lighting. A place where the 44,000 faithful dance for their KING because he has liberated them from the tyranny of beta male veldspar miners.
You can only imagine…