Dear Poser-King,

I don't know who you are, or where you come from, or what you think you're doing with your actions which could only lead me to think you're either a retard stricken with lunacy, or just trying to be a funny tater-man. Well let's set this straight. You've got nothing, buddy. You're nothing but a poser with a group of little spuds to do your dirty work for you, because if you didn't have them, you know i would wipe Sapience thrice over with your eye-bally arse.
I am the Taterian Emperor. I am the first, I am the last, I am the only, and your posing enrages me considerably. Hell, you don't even have the right name! You're like some kind of halfass poser! There is no Taterian Monarch! It's an Empire. And I own it. Trust that I will do everything in my power to massacre you and your little spud-posers. You don't mess with my Empire or my family and expect to live. Especially if you're a posing loozr.

-Malak Aramar, the REAL Taterian Emperor

Penned by my hand on the 5th of Lupar, in the year 275 AF.