This bit of bravado and sarcasm is what Vol’jin tells the Alliance that ask him, “Why should we help you?” during the events of 5.3.
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<Vol’jin cackles, the stench of his hot breath reeking in your nostrils.>
Oh, ya got anudda plan? I got anudda plan, too. I let ya siege Orgrimmar on ya own. See how far ya get. An’ once da city be filled wit’ corpses, den me shadow hunters come in, we mop up what left, kill Kor’kron an’ Alliance alike. Give ya dead ta Sylvanas. Hmm! I save a lot a Darkspear lives wit’ dis plan!
Mmnn? You don’t like? Then, we stay wit’ da first plan. We work together.
We don’t even have ta like each other.
Geekiest thing I’ve ever said: “I GOT ALL TINGLY.”
I’ve seen and read this before, but it is still awesome. Even though the two sides work together. They clearly like each other as much as people like having fleas in their beds.