My strange little psychic twinkle had kicked in and I tried stepping up to the plate as a leader. Or a prophet of doom perhaps. Something. Let's not pick nits.
And nobody listened. And there was slaughter in the pit, and wailing and gnashing of teeth. And such a cry rose out of the pit of which the like had never been heard in Sanctuary. And lo, Lemming was covered in glory... And Occhi was off with his spawn eating ice cream while we died horribly. And the Legion died horribly.
It does not pay to step up to a leadership position.