The only Palace that matters is my personal crib, baby.

To Stranger: &quot;Bitch, you stepping to the Baron?&quot; To Friends: &quot;Yo, my man. Let's dance, homie.&quot; To Enemies: &quot;Oh ain't leavin' here alive, motherfucker.&quot; To Self: &quot;There's only one Baron, hoe, and it ain't you.&quot; To Jack Cayman: &quot;Hunter man Jack. Come one, bitch&quot;<div class='edited'>(edited by Black_Baron)</div>

You better be payin me for this.

What's the matter? Not able to get it up? Guess you skeletons don't really have what it takes, eh? This bitch is beyond limp. Ha ha ha. *The Baron then watches the cow enter the arena and bursts out laughing* This is the big threat, eh? Got beef with us or something? One Sunday roast, coming up. Ha ha ha ha.<div class='edited'>(edited by Black_Baron)</div>

Urgh. Annoying mother... *The Baron attacks with a flurry of punches.*

At least I have an ass, you bony motherfucker. I guess all that air passing pass those empty legs of yours has some purpose, cause your a fuckin wind bag. I bet ya- whoa! *The baron is taken aback as a hoof lands in front of him* The hell was that? This cow trying to lay the smack down on the baron? I don't think so. *The baron attempts to punch the cow in the face*

You can't say we lost when you never entered he playing field, my man. Come down here and play. *The Baron cracks his knuckles.* Unless you're scared.

*The baron walks to the arena wall, tapping where he hit the Matdor on his own face* Take a look in the mirror, skele-boy. I branded your bone with the bird on my bitchin gauntlet. You're my bitch now. Right at the end of 30 seconds as well, if I counted correctly.<div class='edited'>(edited by Black_Baron)</div>

I beat the skeletor I challenged with one blow in 30 seconds. The Baron keeps his promises, my man. I also remember debts. *The Baron walks off, smiling and talking to himself.* That cow thing could be a new bloodbath challenge. Ooh, I wonder how this town would deal with Deathwatch? Oh ho ho. A new game is forming in my head. Oh, Baby. This is gonna be good.

Aw, you did not say that. Bitch, you want to come down here instead of staying out my reach? I'll pimp slap yo ass back to the mausoleum.