Slip out of those pants baby, yeah.
Aight, I put on my robe and wizard hat.
I kiss you softly on your chest and cast Lvl. 3 Eroticism. You turn into a real handsome man.
I meditate to regain my mana, before casting Lvl. 8 Cock of the Infinite.
I spend my mana reserves to cast Mighty F*ck of the Beyondness.
Don't f*ck with me bitch, I'm the mightiest sorcerer of the lands.
I steal your soul and cast Lightning Lvl. 1,000,000. Your body explodes into a fine bloody mist, because you are only a Lvl. 2 Druid.
Robots are trying to drill my brain but my lightning shield inflicts DOA attack, leaving the robots as flaming piles of metal.
King Arthur congratulates me for destroying Dr. Robotnik's evil army of Robot Socialist Republics. The cold war ends. Reagan steals my accomplishments and makes like it was cause of him.