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Threats |
Brags |
Complaints |
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We have those same machines you use. In storage! |
Concede to the Maug! |
We Maug continue to show our strength! |
You're against us too? |
You have much cause for healthy joy! |
We can not stand you anymore! |
You shall suffer as all Maugkind has suffered! |
Our factories out produce you all! |
All our territories are ailing. |
Everyone can see your colony is gloriously maintained. |
You are an illness and we are the remedy. |
Do not attempt to win. Or you will taste our lasers. |
Much power is generated in our lands. |
We are no longer the mighty Maug. |
May penicillin always kill your viruses. |
While you are hear everyone on the planet suffers! |
Maug science will overcome you. |
Technology reigns supreme. And we Maug have it! |
Have sympathy, please, oh please. |
You make the most complex technologies seem effortless. |
Your scientists have tiny slow minds. |
The Maug economy shall triumph! |
We, the robust, shall conquer this world. |
Pity is all we ask. We are hapless creatures who haven't felt well in centuries! |
I hope our future competition will remain aseptic. |
You call that abacus a computer? |
We wish much ill health on you. |
Our glorious cities spring up. |
Foul play! I was in the wash room and didn't see what was going on! |
Long may your liver thrive! |
Your struggle is useless. This planet will ultimately reject you. |
Keep away from us! We have ailments that will infect you all! |
Even the very rivets of your machines fear us! |
Our production fails us more and more. |
Very few earn Maug respect. Save you. |
It will be a wonderful day when you get the urge to leave. |
Grrr! |
None know pain as we Maug know pain! |
We are tired of you. |
May all your machinery be properly calibrated. |
A-ha, ha, ha, ha! |
Maug laboratories have concocted your downfall! |
Triumph will be ours! |
High hopes have declined to low despairs. |
Your wondrous army has made me both jealous and happy. |
That colony is not glorious. |
Our machines are optimized to defeat you. |
Our marvelous territories exude health! |
Sickness spreads all over this colony. |
Your strategies are finely tuned. |
You use less strategy than a sleeping paramecium! |
Do not be an obstacle to the great Maug! |
The mighty Maug do not fear you. |
You drain our every energy. |
May your sinuses flow freely. |
Your economy weakens while ours thrives. |
Our veins surge with power. |
You will now have many worries, because my fever is completely gone. |
You make us ill with your persistence. |
Your force moves with the speed of a clean colon. |
This world does not need you on it! |
Maug wrath never subsides. |
Watch, all, the power of the Maug. |
Our wretched colony is collapsing. |
May your colony resist all infection. |
Your colony grows with microscopic progress. |
Once we begin our plans you cannot recover! |
The Maug will thrive when we control this sphere. |
What mighty sorrows are in our heads. |
It's apparent that you take mighty medications. |
May your factories become diseased! |
Any infraction against us will be answered with vengeance. |
We Maug do not fear your feeble threats. |
Look what has been done to us! Poor… ailing us. |
You have the stamina of a Maug! |
Your slow workers are holding you back, aren't they? |
Beware our stamina! It's getting better! |
This fabulous planet is our destiny. |
Let us have a small reprieve. Please? |
Your mighty technology brings tears to our prosthetic eyes. |
Such weak power and poise you have. |
The Maug military can move on you at my command. |
Much power is generated in our stupendous lands. |
This is a tragedy. |
We hope that you and your doctor are well. |
You look unwell. |
Warn you colonists. The Maug is now your enemy. |
You cannot ignore us. |
Please just let us build a few City Centers. We mean no harm. |
What impressive strategies. Who is your surgeon? |
We abandoned those technologies years ago. |
Our missiles are all aimed at your colony. |
The Maug will always endure. |
Please delay your attack. Wait until after the Maug-chief's uvula has been replaced. |
To you and the end of your heartburn. |
You put your colony there? There? |
Maug rage festers like an untreated sore! |
No one equals the Maug machine! |
You would never insult me again if you knew about my horrible childhood. |
May you be free from gastric pain. |
There is more processing speed in my prosthetic elbow than in your entire computer system! |
You are a variable that the Maug don't need. |
Do not forget who has the technology and who does not. |
Oh, why do we get involved in these computer conflicts. |
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You inglorious disease! |
As your colony burns, the Maug will skip with glee. |
Penicillin surges through my remaining arteries. |
Headache! Headache! Don't attack please. Headache! |
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I hope your pores plug indefinitely. |
An end to this inglorious conflict is being built in a secret Maug facility. Ah, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha. |
Conquering this planet is more than a Maug dream. It is a Maug destiny. |
Maybe if I burped I would feel better. |
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May you contaminate your hemorrhoid medication. |
You have taken advantage of the unwell for the last time. |
The more bionic my body becomes, the less I sneeze. |
You are taking advantage of a very, very ill colony. |
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Build a museum. Your technology belongs in one. |
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I can lift an anti-matter engine in one hand and eat aspirin with the other. |
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I've seen Maug heal faster than your colony grows. |
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All Maug brain enhancers have been upgraded to version 2.346. Now our conflict will end. |
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