I have nothing to say to you. My gun will talk for me. You are too evil for words!
You’re wasting your time trying to wound me. You might as well try to shoot the air with your gun. Go fight someone who can be harmed. I lead a charmed life, which can’t be ended by anyone born from a woman.
You can forget about your charm. The evil witch you serve can tell you that I was not born. They cut me out of my mother’s womb before she could bear me naturally.
Curse you for telling me this. You’ve frightened away my courage.They tricked me with their word games, raising my hopes and then destroying them. I won’t fight you.
then surrender, coward, and we’ll put you in a freak show. We’ll put a picture of you on a sign, right above the words “Come see the tyrant!
I’m not going to surrender and have to kiss the ground in front of Malcolm