Zethrid: Why don’t you rip her lungs out? It might make an impression.
Lotor: Lacks… poetry.
Zethrid: It doesn’t have to. What rhymes with lungs?
Zethrid: Why don’t you rip her lungs out? It might make an impression.
Lotor: Lacks… poetry.
Zethrid: It doesn’t have to. What rhymes with lungs?