MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.

Of course it's me you silly little skidmarks! The Prince of Madness, the Duke of Dementia, the Magistrate of Mania, the Czar of CRAZYLAND, and the Mayor of Misanthropy. I am the little part of your tiny, large heads that goes "KILL EVERYTHING!", the part of your spleen that tells you to just strip nude and perform ballet for the Thalmor.

I... am Sheogorath.

NOW WHERE IS THE FONDUE?!

Sigh.

In all my infinite knowledge, there exists but one of my fellow Lords that I will never comprehend.

I suppose I can do nothing to stop you anyway. With regret and a heavy heart, approved.

You're darned skippy ya little octopi tick!

Oh, you're used to people not seeing this? GUESS WHO CAN NOW, SLIPE AND SLID.

Causing trouble already? Figures.