• Your damned insolence, peasant!
• Another word against Lady Micklemack-Zero-Gravity, slave!
• These outrageous accusations against the High House of Stabbington, you nameless wench!
• Such brazen impudence from a fatherless peon in the presence of the kinglet!
• Your impertinence in the face of these serious allegations from a member of the Endaggered Brethren!
• Backtalk from a slut-handed strumpet!
• This tin-coated effrontery from some ownerless robot bumpkin!
• The besmirchment of the name of Lord Blast-o-tron by some Outer-Rim boot-wearer!
• Your damned cheek, you bloodless backwater vulgarian!
• This treasonous talk of rebellion, you cur!
• This mutinous talk of revolution, you dog!
• This treacherous talk of uprising, you mongrel!
• This perfidious talk of heresy, you caitiff!
• Another minute of this nonsense! The Eden Terminus does not now, nor has it ever existed – it is a myth designed to distract soft-headed, conspiracy-minded loons like the Professor here!
• Further mention of the Forbidden Colony and its Forsaken Pioneers in Her Highness’ Presence!
• This outlandish talk of insurrection, you heartless churl!
• This outrageous slander against our beloved Prince-Abbot from a dog-livered philistine!
• Further talk of equality from an unpropertied star-girdler!
• Wild tales of gold and nonsense from an ignoble dirt-blood!
• Another word against Clan Fractal from you while a member of the Betrayal Squad is speaking, vassal!
• Such blasphemous speech against a Sister of the Most High Name from an untitled bondservant!
• A description of mine own responsibilities from you, peon – I will let the sun set on my children’s bloodless bodies before I take a lesson in civic battle garb from a man who cannot afford to appear before the court with a ceremonial Bloodcloak!

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