Frogboy: Look, Roy, I - how many years you been here, son? When you first arrived your strategy was beautiful. You coulda been another Technician, and those Anzacs we got you for an empire, they brought you along too fast.
Evil Roy: It wasn't them, Frogboy, it was you. Remember that night in the Stardock chatroom, you came on-line and you said, "Roy, this ain't the Anzacs’ night. We're going for the price on the Galactic Guardians." You remember that? "This ain't the Anzacs’ night"! Our night! We coulda taken the Guardian’s apart! So what happens? They gets the title shot on the Metaverse and what do I get? A one-way ticket to Australia! You was my creator, Frogboy, you shoulda looked out for me a little bit. You shoulda taken care of me just a little bit so I wouldn't have to take them cheeses for the short-end maso points.
Frogboy: Oh I had my eye on you. You saw some time in the Metaverse Sun.
Evil Roy: You don't understand. I coulda had class. I coulda been a contender. I coulda been somebody, instead of a bum, which is what I am, let's face it. It was you, Frogboy.
