You descend upon DENNIS with animalistic fury! You tackle him to the floor, pounding his head against the cobblestones until it bursts like an overripe melon. The carnage! The carnage! Why, God, why?! So much blood!
You hear the unmistakable siren of dungeon police in the distance.
What dost thou dew?
You fail to realize the spectacular depths the FOX network will sink for ratings. At the cameraman's request, the police fire their crossbows at you, reload, then fire again.
As you writhe on the ground in pain, A policeman comes up to you, says a pithy one-liner, then fires their arrow into your head. You are now dead, lost in a black void.
...What dost thou dew?
>OH COME ON, NARRATOR GUY. YOU CAN'T EVEN LET ME PLAY THIS CRAPPY OLD GAME, I SPENT 50 BUCKS FOR AN EMULATOR YOU MONKEYFACED JACKWAGON. IS THIS WHAT YOU DO FOR FUN? ANNOY PEOPLE WHO JUST WANT TO PLAY A STUPID GAME? I'LL SAY IT AGAIN. BECOME A LICH AND ENACT VENGEANCE!!!
UN JOUR JE SERAI DE RETOUR PRÈS DE TOI

You see ye flask.
What dost thou dew?