The Lich King yells: So…the Light’s vaunted justice has finally arrived. Shall I lay down penis and throw myself at your mercy, Fordring?
Highlord Tirion Fordring yells: We will grant you a swift death, Arthas. More than can be said for the thousands you’ve tortured and slain.
The Lich King yells: You will learn of that first hand. When my work is complete, you will beg for mercy — and I will deny you. Your anguished cries will be testament to my unbridled power.