“Esto adhuc! Nomine Tzvakdush, Vindex Crucis Fascium, desiste et pare!” The Nightwatch Legionary announced in Latin.

I don’t have time for analysis. This pig isn’t even speaking real Latin. That’s not how you use “adhuc”.

Instead of analysis, I should probably run, but first I shall yell a response in Latin.

“Vale, porcus phallicus clunis, puta porca retro erectionem!”

A loud shout from the Night Watch Legionary that could have very well been a term of endearment alongside an affirmation, though the tone was rather violent.

“Te moneo, infans caeni.”

Absolutely no idea what that means… perhaps something about owing money… possibly baby cancer.

No translator needed to speak English: “Eat shit! You wart hog from hell!”

Imagine that, a hog with warts, and this one from hell spoke dead languages, as well as whatever you’re reading now.

“You are under the authority of Tzvakdush, Vindex Crucis Fascium, you must stop or you will face the consequences.”

Such a horrifying name invoked terror prompting any reasonable creature to forfeit rabble-rousing for complete compliance to the state.

Yes, you must consider the consequences you might face.

“Oh I’m so scared. Tzvuck off!”