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|Pernicious, putrefying pissant!
|Pernicious, putrefying pissant!
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|Which worg upchucked you?
|Which worg upchucked you?
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|Thou art saucy as gruel.
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|It vexes me to know of you.
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|Hag-shouldered scum-vestige.
|Hag-shouldered scum-vestige.
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|Away, you pox'd nun!
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|Thou roach-mocked jester.
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|Thou latrine-loving leper!
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|Your body's a temple - to an idiot god.
|Your body's a temple - to an idiot god.
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|Shall I compare thee to a sow's fart?
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|Behold, a most noisy cuck!
|Behold, a most noisy cuck!
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|Twit, twat, twerp.
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|As the leg, you'll end in defeat.  
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|Thou inglorious hog.
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|Spurious prune-tart.
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|Thou goblin-goo-gobbler!
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|Poisonous, necrotic appendage.
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|Didst your idiot mother beclothe you?
|Didst your idiot mother beclothe you?
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|For you, oh horned cheek.
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|There's a hag-pit stench about you.
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|Scab-licking vagrant!
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|Begone, pox-faced loon.
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|There - a miserable pile of secretion.
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|Death becomes you.
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|Out, foul deformity!
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|Shall I compare thee to a sow's fart?
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|Sharp as a pig's testicle.
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|Thou necrotic stump!
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|Begone, pox-faced loon.
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|Thou fetid fish, thou rancid shark!
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|Away, you pox'd nun!
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|Behold, a most noisy cuck!
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|Feculent beast!
|Feculent beast!
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|Thou pyrite-loving tit.
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|You cyst. You misshapen flesh-lump.
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|As the leg, you'll end in defeat.
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|Even Hell'd gag on your bedevilled stench.
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|Your head's empty as a debtor's purse.
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|You act a fighter, but a fool's a fool.
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|Your breath'd kill the dead twice over.
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|Pus-supping maggot.
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|Like a summer's day - thou art sweaty.  
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|Thou bandy-legged brindle-hole!
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|Burgeoning bog-botherer!
|Burgeoning bog-botherer!
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|Threadbare chimp-lackey!
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Revision as of 21:52, 1 November 2024

Vicious Mockeries

Lines used when casting Vicious Mockery or the College of Lore feature Cutting Words.

List of Vicious Mockery insults
Voice Line Audio File
Pernicious, putrefying pissant!
Which worg upchucked you?
It vexes me to know of you.
Hag-shouldered scum-vestige.
Thou pyrite-loving tit.
Your breath'd kill the dead twice over.
Wetter than a ten-tongued tarpon!
Pus-supping maggot.
Away, you pox'd nun!
Your body's a temple - to an idiot god.
Behold, a most noisy cuck!
As the leg, you'll end in defeat.
An ode for you? Odour, mayhaps.
Tape your bottom-mouth shut.
Thou goblin-goo-gobbler!
Didst your idiot mother beclothe you?
Thick as a glob of unguent.
Begone, pox-faced loon.
How flaccid is my foolish foe.
Begone, putrid boil!
Death becomes you.
Twit, twat, twerp.
Thine eyes - pools of tepid piss.
Thou art a hairy-hearted whoreson!
Prick thy face, villainous prick!
Piss-addled pontificator.
You've a visage fit for letter-writing.
Why smell thou of placenta-musk?
Toenail-tasting trouthole!
Cuckold-courting curmudgeon!
You gorbellied, purulent horse-ass!
Shall I compare thee to a sow's fart?
Mouthier than an arse, twice as full o' shite.
You're dung-pretty and scented to wit!
Hark! A dung golem!
Dress thy face - the hags are hiring.
Gnoll eat your face and shit it out?
You festering bubo!
Lice-ridden cur!
Thou quivering plague rat!
Behold, the fool of fools.
Thou necrotic stump!
Thou fetid fish, thou rancid shark!
'My Life, Part 12, The Boring Opponent...'
Thou latrine-loving leper!
Thou roach-mocked jester.
You spherical git.
Scab-licking vagrant!
Thou art saucy as gruel.
Away, eye-watering stench!
A gift for a loathsome neighbour.
Back to the anus that spat you out.
Feculent beast!
Majesty of manure, sovereign of shit!
Poisonous, necrotic appendage.
You could send an elf to sleep!
For you, oh horned cheek.
Get thee gone, custardous discharge.
You've barely brain to feed a louse.
Rank, malodorous pustule.
You're greasier than a worg-roast.
You're a vile blister - I shall prick thee.
You cyst. You misshapen flesh-lump.
There's a hag-pit stench about you.
Barrel-sharp, the wit on you.
Your head's empty as a debtor's purse.
Lily-lunged limpet-luster!
Worg-rutting wrong-wrinkler!
Behold! Elminster's ball-bag.
Love-limb of a lecherous lich!
Poxy pissered pervert!
Like a summer's day - thou art sweaty.
Burgeoning bog-botherer!
Didst thou mother sex a plague-rat?
Was't your father a flounder?
Clag-bottomed coward!
Pizzled rancour!
Limp-witted slick-licker.
Crusty rogue.
Threadbare chimp-lackey!
Note this trunk of lies.
There - a miserable pile of secretion.
Fudge-fondling fustilarian!
You louse, you mite!
Regard this spontaneous flatulater!
We'd make better strangers.
Parchment-pallored villain.
You infect mine eyes and nostrils.
Beating thee would soil my hands.
Spurious prune-tart.
Thou inglorious hog.
Sod this for a game of soldiers.
Sharp as a pig's testicle.
You act a fighter, but a fool's a fool.
Even Hell'd gag on your bedevilled stench.
Thou bandy-legged brindle-hole!
Out, foul deformity!