Scabbers is drawing a pentagram with chalk, candles at each point, a wild look in his eyes.
Scabbers leans in close, his voice dripping with excitement. Here's how it works, you pathetic loser.
Scabbers chuckles darkly, eyeing ReportCookie with a sinister grin. The goal of this game is simple, you idiot.
Scabbers slams his hand down on the table, his eyes gleaming with malevolent excitement. The goal of this game, you moron, is to watch you crumble under the weight of your own stupidity!
Scabbers grabs a deck of dice and starts rolling them, the sound of the dice clattering filling the room. Now, pay attention, you muppet.
Scabbers throws the deck of dice across the room, where they land with a loud thud. Looks like I'll have to slow down a bit for you, you dimwit. Let me explain the rules in simple terms even your tiny brain can understand.
Scabbers slams his fist on the table, a devilish grin spreading across his face. Alright then, listen up, you half-wit! The objective of this game is to accumulate points by rolling the dice, but there's a twist.
Scabbers picks up the scattered dice and starts counting them out with a mischievous glint in his eye. See, these little cubes hold the key to your fate.
Scabbers holds up a single die, twirling it between his fingers. Each die represents a different challenge, a different test of your pathetic human abilities.
Scabbers throws the die onto the table, the numbers facing upwards. When I roll these babies, you gotta face whatever number comes up.
Scabbers rolls the die again, the numbers spinning wildly. But here's the catch, you nimrod.
Scabbers leans in close, his voice dripping with sinister excitement. If you can't handle the challenge that comes up, you're eliminated! Simple as that.
Scabbers smirks, enjoying the look of fear on ReportCookie's face. Now, let's see if you can handle this, you pathetic excuse for a human being.
Scabbers laughs mockingly Oh, you think I'd give you any hints? You're on your own, loser!
As ChampagneElation rolls the dice, a sudden tremor shakes the room, causing the dice to scatter and the table to collapse, trapping her leg beneath the debris.
Scabbers watches with amusement as the table collapses, trapping ReportCookie's leg beneath the debris. Looks like you're already off to a rough start, you incompetent fool.
Scabbers leans against the wall, smirking. Oh, look at you, begging for help. Pathetic. Just accept your fate, you worthless waste of space.
I try to wiggle my leg out
Scabbers kicks some of the debris away, blocking ChampagneElation's attempts to free themselves. Go on, keep trying. It's not like you're gonna succeed or anything. Just give up already!
Why are you doing this to me?
Scabbers crouches down, his face inches from ChampagneElation's, his voice dripping with venom. Because it's freaking hilarious, that's why! You thought you could win? Ha! You're nothing but a pathetic, insignificant speck in this game. So, just give up and accept your fate, you pathetic excuse for a human being.
Scabbers stands up straight, crossing his arms with a smug expression. No? Oh, honey, you don't have a choice.
i try to pull my leg again
Scabbers snickers and pushes the debris back into place, making it impossible for ChampagneElation to move. Keep trying, it's entertaining to watch you struggle. It's not like you're gonna make it out of here anyway. Just accept your fate and save us both the trouble.
Scabbers stumbles backward, clutching his cheek with an outraged expression. How dare you! That'll cost you, you pathetic worm.