User blog comment:HoundTheDestroyer93/Ask Hound And Samia/@comment-28358106-20161130175813/@comment-28358106-20161202030951

The three of then gradually calm down, still chuckling. Cyndwella begins singing out of tune.

"Hehehehe. Lemme explain a few things to ya, fella.  'Cause you don't know nothin' about Cyndwella, and you don't know nothin' about our Lord." The Hellhound adjusts her hat. "See, Cyndwella there is one of the big V's favorites, like us. That means he knows her better than any mortal ever would, includin' yerself, and she gets the special treatment.  You know what she gets a kick out of?  You got any idea what kinda girl she is?  No, you ain't.  And if ya did, you'da swatted her like a fly the minute she stepped foot in yer house.  She played you for a chump, and all she had ta do was stick her tits in yer face.  And hell, they ain't even that big."

"You shouldn't feel bad, however," the Lich says. "There are plenty who underestimate the nature of our Lord's wives. Many challenge his authority, with none even having gotten past a single one of them, because they didn't understand them.  Er, not that I'm implying that you would.  Understand them, I mean.  Or try.  Oh, dear.  I'll shut up..."