Skullmaster: At last, the Chosen One. Turn around, so I may see you.
Max: No, no don't tell me. Let me guess: Skullmaster, right?
Skullmaster: You're the Chosen One? Prophesied to destroy me? You're a worm... an insect... a nothing!
Max: Hey! Don't get me steamed, bonehead, or I'll gnaw you're ankles off. (whispers to himself) Gee, if I sounded tough enough.
Skullmaster: 5,000 years of anger and fear, and now I find you are... not at all.