Wasp King: Tell me, for whom do you fight?

Wasp King: Hmph! How very glib, and do you believe in Bugaria?

Wasp King: Bugaria's unity is forged on falsehoods. Its kingdoms are built on deceit, and its faith is an instrument of deception. It is naught but a cobweb of lies - to believe in Bugaria is to believe in nothing.

Wasp King: In Bugaria, the fruity bugs often summon Gods to fight in their stead. Though your comrades only rarely respond in kind - which is strange, is it not?

Wasp King: Is Venus otherwise "engaged"? I was given to understand she was your protector. If you truly believe her your guardian, why do you not repeat the trick that served you so well at the rubber prison, and call her down?

Wasp King: She will answer, so long as you lavish her with crystals and gorge her on queen's dinners!

Wasp King: Your Gods are no different from those of the east - plants, every one. Accept but this, and you will see how Bugaria's faith is bleeding the land dry.

Wasp King: Nor is this unknown to your masters, which prompts the question - why do they cling to these false deities? What drives even bugs of learning - even the great Neolith to grovel at their feet?

Wasp King: The answer? Your masters lack the strength to do otherwise!

Wasp King: For the world of bugs to mean anything, bugs must own the world.

Wasp King: To this end, he hath fought ever to raise himself through conflict, to grow rich through conquest. And when the dust of battle settles, it is ever the strong who dictate the fate of the weak.

Wasp King: Knowing this, but a single path is open to the impotent ruler - that of false worship. A path which leads to enervation and death. Only a bug of power can rightly steer the course of civilization. And in this land of creeping mendacity, that one truth will prove its salvation.

Wasp King: Come, champions of Bugaria, face me! Your defeat shall serve as proof of my readiness to rule! It is only right that I should take your realm, for none among you has the power to stop me!