Stanley the Plaid: You can't tell me this quivering pail of pus has lead armies.
Parson Gotti: Hundreds.
No. I think... prolly thousands.
Stanley the Plaid: And you're going to tell me you've won them all?
Wanda Firebaugh: He is alive, Lord.
(In Unison) Stanley the Plaid and Parson Gotti: Debatably.
Stanley the Plaid: Hunh.
Stand up, Warlord.
What is your name?
Parson Gotti: Parson Gotti.
And I'm kind of in a lot of pain, dude.
Stanley the Plaid: It was an order.
Stanley the Plaid: And what kind of a stupid name is that?
Parson Gotti: My granddad's name?
Stanley the Plaid: Get...up!
Wanda Firebaugh: Commander Parson, if you refuse an order, the spell which summoned you will end your existence entirely.
You must serve your Lord's will and desires. Forever.
Parson Gotti: Lovely.
Stanley the Plaid: I haven't made him a Commander yet.
I'm not putting this blubbery bag of--
Stanley the Plaid: Wow, he's tall.
Parson Gotti: Or everyone else is short.
Stanley the Plaid: I already have enough reasons to disband you.
I'll ignore one height crack.