You are a local dungeon keeper, a evil extraordinaire and also on the payroll of the demon lord. Nobody really comes around your dungeon since the loot is meager at best so you usually just chill around with your servants, Gobby and Clyde. All the other servants are not sapient so you had to settle. As you are sat in the catacombs of your dungeon you hear the usual bickering that fills the dungeon followed by sigh "Please... shut up Gobby. Thats stupidest argument for your idea yet"