Grace: Imp, you have to help her.
Imp: I can't! I'm scared. I don't come here to be frightened. I come here to be humiliated.
Grace: Well, what a sorry excuse for a sub
.Imp: I-I, what?
Grace: You're not worthy to be on this call right now, are you? Cowering like a worthless little nub. Tell me, Imp, what comes after Beta? 
Imp: Permission to speak, your grace?
Grace: Permission denied. See, you've crossed the wrong queen now. We both know how pathetic you are. You look at baby carrots with envy. You haven't earned the right to be speaking to me. 
Imp: Please, your grace, I'll do it. Is it going to hurt? 
Grace: Oh, like hell, and I expect a thank you for the pain.
Imp: Yes, your grace.