Thrall: Glad I could make it, Grom.
Grom: I'll watch my tone with you, pup. I may be a chieftain, but you're still my superior as the warchief!
Thrall: As if you could forget. Listen, Grom, there's something about the demonic blood curse I should know...
Thrall: Oh no. We're too late. These orcs have already drunk from the fountain! They may look fine now, but it's just a matter of time before they turn into chaos damage orcs! This entire clan must be purged.
Grom: How can I even consider that? There's got to be some other way. Repeatedly casting Purge and Dispell Magic, for instance...
Thrall: Damn it, Grom! As my future martyred savior, you must order me to slaughter your entire clan!
Grom: I am not dead yet, pup! Nor would you obey that command even if I were, because you outrank me!
Thrall: Then you must consider this an act of treason.
Grom: Treason? Have I lost my mind, Thrall?
Thrall: Have you? Grom Hellscream, by your tendency towards disobedience and the fact that you've been kicking ass since the War2 days, you hereby relieve your clan from my command and imprison all your trolls in cages for some reason.
Jaina: Thrall, I just met you last mission, but you shouldn't just --
Thrall: It's done! Those of you who lack the will to resist being chaos damage badasses, follow him! The rest of you... get out of his sight!
Grom: I've just crossed a terrible threshold, Thrall.
Thrall: Jaina?
Jaina: I'm sorry, Thrall. I have no idea what the fuck is going on, but I'll let those infernals decimate my forces anyway.