Bobert: "Hey, if all you're going to do is leave me on the carpet, can I at least be for-real dead? Or maybe not a naked brain-puppet?"
The BEETLE: "Neither! You need to remain alive and bare-assed to go rob the great Paul Lessingham--the Statesman--the Politician's house!"
Bobert: "What?"
The BEETLE: "Paul Lessingham--the Statesman--the Politician. Doubtless you've heard of him, his greatness, and his em dashes."
Bobert: "No??"
The BEETLE: "YOU LIE, EVERYONE KNOWS HIM!!"
Bobert: "I don't know how to say this without being further Beetle'd, but not everyone is as into your crush within the governmental bureaucracy as you."
The BEETLE: "You insult the BEETLE's dreamy nemesis? You feign ignorance of his great statesman-politics? oh! oh! living-death eternity for Thief!! living-death eternity for One Thousand Years!!!!"
