Hmmmm

Thou begin again to walk unto ye Wizard Cave with thine shoes on. Before thou can come to ye fork in ye cave ye Great Wizard of ye WIZARD CAVE doth appear before thee.

"Thou hast been given evereigh opportuniteigh to show thy grace. Thou art truly despicable. Unwortheigh of being. Truly ye worst of all potential versions of thyself."

Thy cold heart doth not even flinch at being told such a thing by one so powerful.

"My heart art so cold and taken into ye embrace of my Luciferian patron, I cannay be harmed by thy magicks," thou sayest. And thou both know thou art right. Should ye Great Wizard attempt his holeigh magicks upon thee, thou wouldst be unaffected and shielded by ye workes of Satan.

"I need not magick to dispense of thee," ye wizard sayeth, rolling up his sleeves.