"Okay, now Peter, we've been through this beforе," Mike said, as he looked at Peter. "You want the bacon, but you can't get the bacon, and now you're here with me. So, let's put you through the ringer, okay?"
Mike placed some goblins who were actually not a wild variety of goblins. They were, just some beginner mobs. But they, unfortunately, could also speak.
"We have rights," one goblin said, as he dropped his spear. Just looking at Peter, who had started to shape up and was now more muscular than before, was enough for the goblin to realize that his life was in peril.
"We have rights, and we demand to be set free," the goblin continued.
"You have no rights. You are a manifestation of my mana," Mike said.
He did not care if things could speak or not. After all, he was a phoenix. And even if he could speak, if Peter decided to kill him, he was pretty much sure that Peter was going to do it.
