Editing Dragon Quest IV Transcript (section)

===Diabolic Hall, first visit===

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(*): Heh heh heh! My lucky day! A tasty human to devour!

(*): (A human/Humans)! Escaped from the cells, did you!?

(*): You! Stop! I don't like the look of you!

(*): Lord Psaro is very busy. He roars all over the world attending to important business.

(*): But the day all humans are crushed and the monsters rule as kings of this jungle is closer than they know!

(*): What are you doing!? Get inside quickly!

(*): Lord Psaro will be arriving any minute now.

(*): N-No! I can't get caught now! I'd got so far!

(*): What? You're not a monster at all? You used the mod rod to change into one? Oh, thank the Goddess for that!

(*): You're certainly brave, sneaking into this place right under the monsters' noses.

(*): Oh, I get it! You must've been using that mod rod, were you?

(*): I thought as much.

(*): No? Then let me tell you something. The mod rod's supposed to be this magical staff that changes how you look.

(*): I heard it was buried somewhere in the Royal Crypt around Endor, but I've never actually seen it myself.

(*): On behalf of all monsters, I welcome you to the grrrand Diabolic Hall!

(*): What are you doing down here? Charge on up to the conference room at once!

(*): You'll be late otherwise.

No reply. It's just a skeleton.

Oh no it isn't! It's alive!

(*): Leave me alone. I'm trying to rest in peace! You don't want to rattle my ribcage!

(*): Humanth are pathetic! They can't even fly!

(*): Mind you, they did invent thomething called a balloon that they can fly around in. Maybe they're not ath thtupid ath I thought.

(*): Behold the throne of the great Psaro the Manslayer!

(*): But there are rumours of some cheeky scoundrels trying to unseat our lord.

(*): Not you, I hope? You wouldn't be...hiding anything, would you?

(*): Eep! Better thit down thoon, or Lord Ptharo will be here.

(*): Phew! Jutht in the nick of time!

(*): Lord Psaro's been away for so long. Why would he choose to come back now...?

(*): Your (place is/places are) here next to mine. Sit down and wait in silence after you've grrreeted everyone.

(*): Lord Psaro will grrrace us with his presence once everyone is seated.

(*): Hm... Something must be up. Perhaps the fabled (hero/heroine) is still alive...

(*): No, that can't be. Everyone knows the (hero/heroine) is just a bag of bones now.

(*): Wooo. Maybe he's finally conquered the Secret of Evoloootion.

(*): Wooo. Woooooo. I smell huooomans! Tasty huooomans!

(*): Maybe it's wafting up from the dungeon. It's making me drooooool! Wooo.

(*): No! I've got to keep running! Otherwise I'll put on weight and they'll eat me!

(*): I'm still the scrawniest one in here, so I'll be last on the menu, I hope.

(*): Dear Goddess, forget about the others! They're nothing but lost sheep. I'm the one who has served you all these years!

(*): Please. This is my hour of need. If only one of us can be saved, let it be me!

(Character) examines the gravestone.

"Brave members of monsterkind. R. I. P."

(*): What!? Aamon's ready to pounce? So Psaro will be... This is excellent news.

(*): Grrr... Yes. Psaro's grrrave is dug this time.

(*): He's going to use the foolish humans to get at the one thing Psaro treasures most.

(*): Hm... If it works, the day Aamon leads the pride as Master of Diabolic Hall isn't far away...

(*): Grrr! Someone's coming!

(*): Yes, er... Psaro the Manslayer is of course the greatest Master of Monsterkind there has ever been!

(*): Grrr... I don't know you. Are you (a grrreenhorn/grrreenhorns)?

(*): Long, long ago, Estark, Emperor of Monsterkind, evolved into His ultimate form.

(*): But the Dragon God of Zenithia was scared of Estark's new powers, so he sealed Him away deep undergrrround.

(*): Silence! The almighty Psaro the Manslayer will soon be among us.

Psaro the Manslayer: Attention, faithful servants! I bring news of an important happening at Mamon Mine.

Psaro the Manslayer:  Estark, Lord of the Underworld, has been reawakened by human hands.

Psaro the Manslayer:  It seems the foolish humans unknowingly dug their way into His crypt.

Psaro the Manslayer: Time is of the essence. You must go to Lord Estark and guide Him to us.

Psaro the Manslayer:  Hurry, my servants! To Mamon!

(*): Jutht like the prophethy foretold, the great Ethtark hath finally rithen from the dead!

(*): The era of monthterkind ith finally here!

(*): What are you doing!? We must all go to Mamon at once!

(*): Oh, you've had a funny turn, have you? Forgotten what you're doing? Mamon is on the peninsula north-west of the Palais de Léon.

(*): Behold the throne of the great Psaro the Manslayer!

(*): But there are rumours of some cheeky scoundrels trying to unseat our lord.

(*): Not you, I hope? You wouldn't be...hiding anything, would you?

(*): From the ancient depths of the underworld, Emperor Estark has risen again!

(*): If Lord Psaro can perfect the Secret of Evolution now...

(*): Even the Zenithian God won't be able to meddle in our affairs! Hwah ha ha ha hah!

(*): Wooo. Huoooman sooop's on the menu toooday.

(*): I'm ravenous. I'll be all bone and bones if I don't eat something soon.

(*): Hm... A sekerleton eating...? Where does all the food go? I wonder if they ever get stomach ache...

(*): What!? Aamon's ready to pounce? So Psaro will be... This is excellent news.

(*): Grrr... Yes. Psaro's grrrave is dug this time.

(*): He's going to use the foolish humans to get at the one thing Psaro treasures most.

(*): Hm... If it works, the day Aamon leads the pride as Master of Diabolic Hall isn't far away...

(*): Grrr! Someone's coming!

(*): Yes, er... Psaro the Manslayer is of course the greatest Master of Monsterkind there has ever been!

(*): Grrr... I don't know you. Are you (a grrreenhorn/grrreenhorns)?

(*): That Zamokthva tsar ith a real thap.

(*): He found out in a dream that hith own people were inadvertently helping Ethtark to break hith theal.

(*): Tho he tried to thtop the digging at Mamon Mine, but got thealed away ath a rethult.

(*): None of uth had a clue that Ethtark wath buried in a place like that!

(*): Long, long ago, Estark, Emperor of Monsterkind, evolved into His ultimate form.

(*): But the Dragon God of Zenithia was scared of Estark's new powers, so he sealed Him away deep undergrrround.

(*): This used to be a mining town, you know. Mamon, it was called. But there's no mining now. Take my advice and leave!

(*): Dear Goddess! Is the day of judgement upon us already?

(*): Some mates o' mine dug up somefin', somefin' unbelievable!

(*): But then the monsters came. They didn't stand a chance. It was... Oh, crikey! I can't even describe it!

(*): Grrr...

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