"Shrek the Mighty! Shrek the unerring! Shrek the unassailable! To you we give Praise! We are but maggots writhing in the filth of our own corruption! While you have ascended from the dung of mortality, and now walk among the swamps! But you were once man! Aye! And as man you said, "Let me show you the power of my shrektum, born of the swamp, where my breath is long belches. I breathe now in sulphur and reshape this land which is mine. I do this for you, Dulocians, for I love you." Aye, Love! Love! Even as man, the great Shrek loved us. For Shrek is love, and Shrek is life! The future of the swamp! And there it is, peasants! The ugly truth! We are the children of an Ogre! Shrek is the true god of man! Ascended from the bog, to rule the realm of Duloc! The very idea is inconceivable to the Shrekless Heathens! Sharing the Swamp with us? With Ogres? Ha! They can barely tolerate our presence in the mud! Today, they take away your swamp. But what of tomorrow? What then? Do the knights take your toilets? Your books and toilet paper? Your earwax? Your jellied eyes? And what does the Donkey do? Nothing! Nay, worse than nothing! He makes Waffles! Against the word of Shrek! So rise up! Rise up, children of the Swamp! Rise up, Brogres! Embrace the love of the almighty Shrektum, he who is both Ogre and Divine! For we are the children of the earth! And we shall inherit the Swamps and the Castle! And we, not the Kings or their toadies, will rule Duloc! Forever!"