The Horned King: Soon the Black Cauldron will be mine. Its evil power will course through my veins, and I shall make you Cauldron Born. Yes. Yes. Oh, yes. Then you will worship me! Me. Oh, my soldiers. How long I have thirsted to be a god among mortal men.
The Horned King: I presume, my boy, you are the keeper of this oracular pig.
[as the army of the dead collapses]
The Horned King: This had better not be your fault!
[grabs Creeper por the neck]
Creeper: Perhaps it just needs another body, Sire.
The Horned King: Yes. *Yours*!
[as he activates the Black Cauldron]
The Horned King: Now I call...
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