When in my last promo match. . . .
The world begins to crumble. . . .
The enemy team seems unstoppable. . . .
We're down five dragons and they've taken baron. . . .
Our towers have fallen and our inhibs are but smoking ruin. . . .
When my hopes and dreams are shattered like glass. . . .
I have but one thing to say to the enemy team for denying my rise in rank. . . .
to make them think our team doesn't need another troll, and then just don't feed.