LISTEN HERE, YOU CAST-IGNORING, METER-CHASING, BUTTON-MISERABLE SONS OF MURLOCS—
I JUST WATCHED A MOB WIND UP A SPELL THAT COULD KILL A MAMMOTH IN ONE SHOT,
AND YOU STOOD THERE STARIN’ LIKE IT WAS THE WORLD’S SLOWEST CUTSCENE!

I’M BACK HERE CALLIN’ DOWN THE ELEMENTS,
THROWIN’ HEALS THE SIZE OF THUNDERBLUFF, PUMPING SO HARD I TOUGHT I WAS CASTING LAY ON HANDS EVERY GCD, SWEAT DRIPPIN’ DOWN MY FACE LIKE LAVA BURST CRITS—
AND YOU’RE TELLIN’ ME NOT ONE OF YOU CAN TAP THE LITTLE KICK BUTTON?!
WHAT, ARE YOUR FINGERS ON CD?!
DID YOU LEAVE YOUR INTERRUPT BACK IN THE AUCTION HOUSE WITH YOUR BRAIN?!

I SWEAR ON EVERY SPIRIT WALKER THAT EVER LIVED—
NEXT TIME THAT CAST GOES THROUGH,
I’M NOT HEALIN’ A DAMN ONE OF YA!
I’LL DROP SPIRIT LINK ON THE MOBS JUST TO GIVE THEM DAMAGE REDUCTION,
AND THEN I’LL WATCH YOUR HEALTH DROP FASTER THAN A PUG LEADER WHEN YOU SAY 'FIRST TIME HERE'.

AND WHEN YOU’RE LYIN’ FACE DOWN,
DON’T LOOK AT ME—
LOOK AT THE SKY, ‘CAUSE YOU’RE ABOUT TO MEET THE ELEMENTAL LORDS IN PERSON.