(Approach D1GN1TY-TP, one of)
D1GN1TY-TP: Keep a stiff upper, that's the way. One must buck up... face the music, what!
D1GN1TY-TP: I'm never needed, never used anymore. Oh, how the cycles drag.
D1GN1TY-TP: Hello! What's this? Am I needed after all? ... No, of course not.
(Start corroding D1GN1TY-TP)
D1GN1TY-TP: That's the stuff! Keep it up! I've been a fool pining these long years, when all I needed was a mindless, blood-thirsty hooligan such as yourself to offer me release! Good show!
D1GN1TY-TP: Well, you gave it a jolly good bash, didn't you? Damned indomitable spirit! Ah well, chin up; could be worse, I suppose.
D1GN1TY-TP: Yes, one must keep the spirit alive at all costs. I can see that now, thanks to you! Albeit through a thick paste of droppings, but it's there nonetheless.