Greetings, traveller. I am The Man of Many Sounds and this is my loyal mutt, Rowsboy Woof, the smelliest, mangiest, dirtiest, dumbest, dogginist damn dog that ever dogged around in the dirt. My power is greater than you could ever imagine, and every day my disappointment in this crap-tastic canine grows, further fueling the rage that manifests as strange inhuman sounds flowing freely from my cackling bloodthirsty body-face.
Can the intrepid Woofer ever make me proud? It's gonna take grit, determination, and the very same furious lust for conquest that defines his mad bastard master. The more Rowsby Woof fails, the more insane gibbering stutters i sputter and rambles i babble. I could be a life-coach. My methods work, and Rowsboy Woof is gonna prove it when he ascends to the very peak of monster cock-battling.
Quickly, my dog. Make me proud by succeeding or i will secede from your suckitude and never look back. Silence the sounds of shame that strangle my soul every time i smell your hot stinking dog breath and step in your morning yard-shits. Win, you prowling, howling shitpile! Win at all costs or die in disgrace!