*Eventually severs your limbs and leaves you lying on a pile of hay.* You were my brother Breeso! I loved you!
*In anguish* You Were The Chosen One! It Was Said That You Would Destroy The Hay Hitters, Not Join Them! Bring Balance To The Hay, Not Leave It In Tatters!
You have allowed this....dark lord to twist your mind. Until now, you have become the very thin you swore to destroy.