You've got me.
I feel a deep woe inside my breast.
If only Papa were here to comfort me...
I planned to become the ultimate creator...
but I can see now that I was wrong.
Because I was always better than you!
You and your Bunkum chums can't hold a candle to my creative genius!
You wouldn't want your little chum to get vaporized, would you?
And don't try and stop me, you cloth-eared fools! This fortress is impregnable. I designed it myself!