[Lord Chane]

Originally posted by primitive:
The Primitive one has been waiting a long time on the crest of the hill. That's no good for for his temper, no good at all.

A skinny little guy calling himself Lord Chane steps up to the crest and calls out a challenge. Sounds like the poor bastard belives the Primitive one will fight an honorable battle.

- Not so young lord, cause no Lords or Lordly manners are alowed in the realm of Primitive.
You I will hunted for sport alone. Your planets I will be glassed and your people captured to serve as slaves for my barbarian hordes. For you Lord Chane, only the ball and chain awaits.

Ahh, the mind of the Primitive. Were your race further up the evolutionary ladder you would know that your place is at the bottom of the hill. But no matter. When we are finished with you your race will be even more primitive than it is now. Sticks and stones will seem like advanced tools. Prepare yourself, Primitive, for we are the true masters.