Lookie here, you Tim Burton’s workshop rejects;
You cost us Sethrak. Instead of cool snake guys and girls in an array of colors that dazzles the eyes, we get garbage pail rejects. Instead of a brand new race, we get Alexa’s version of Little Einsteins.
I hate you. I hate your race. And from the pits of Tartarus I spit at thee. A pox upon your fetid expressions and hideous mechanics.
You. Ruined. Sethrak. For. Us.