My minions!

Let not those who are against us gain the upper hand! For, in these times
of death and deprivation, we must follow in the blessed feetstoops of our
phantasmagoric ancestors!

I, for one, laugh at the fate of these our common foes, filthy bastard
traitors every one, hundreds of which, soon, o my Brothers! soon will
dance beneath the sturdy branches of the mighty oaks arrayed throughout
our land...piano wires singing sweet in the sun!

Think upon it.