"Can't she turn it off?"

The snake man, devoid of his tail, had his arms cut off and was hanging from a street lamp, swaying in the breeze. He looked down at the man below, still radiant under the setting sun. "You disrespect the gods, you will suffer divine retribution!"

David sat on top of a scrapped car, and retorted, "Can you say something different? Can you be a bit creative? You've said that phrase over and over again."

The snake man glared, "Don't kill the messenger in a war!"

"..."

David turned his head to look at Christina, Alice, and others standing on the side, "See? I told you he's got a problem in his head."

Christina walked up, pointing her two blades at the snake man, "I'll give you one last chance. Speak!"

"You lowly mortals, wait for my master's baptism!"

"You dare to kill the gods, you will become a puddle of blood!"

"Before 12 o'clock tonight, if you don't present 100 people, you will all die!"

"You dare to disrespect the gods!"