Sylvanas has just been offered the position of Ranger General of Quel'Thalas. Excited about the possibility of newer, shinier buttons, she goes to tell her close friend, Tim.
Sylvanas: Tim! Tim! Guess what?
Tim: You forgot where your pants were, I know. I found them in the trees again. I really, REALLY don't know how they got up there...but I'm not getting them down.
Sylvanas: No! I knew that. It's a trap.
Tim: ...for what?
Sylvanas: Pirates.
Tim: Pirates? What...why...why would pirates want your pants? And why would they be looking for them in trees?
Sylvanas: You know, Tim, you're really blind to these kinds of things. You just sit in your house, writing all those boring strategies, and telling people what to do. You're like some big, lazy, bossy...otter!
Tim: An otter?
Sylvanas: Yeah, and otter.
Tim: ...how?
Sylvanas: Well, you crack shells on your belly for one thing.
Tim: Okay. I'm not going to ask. Look, Sylvanas, what did you come here for? I really have to get back to these defense plans and I -
Sylvanas: Oh, stop being a boring otter! I got a promotion!
Tim: Oh, that's great! What, are you Ranger-Captain now?
Sylvanas: No! Ranger GENERAL. That's even longer! Wait...I think...let me count the letters...
Tim: What?! Ranger GENERAL? Sylvanas, that means you're the leader of the rangers!
Sylvanas: Oh, snap! That HAS to come with some fancy button!
Tim: THIS ISN'T ABOUT BUTTONS.
Sylvanas: Hey, you leave buttons alone!
Tim: Look, I just meant -
Sylvanas: Apologize to the buttons!
Tim: No.
Sylvanas: APOLOGIZE TO THE BUTTONS RIGHT NOW, TIM!:
Tim: Okay, okay! I'm sorry to the buttons! It's just...I mean...why did they promote you?
Sylvanas: Because, I'm really good at shooting things!
Tim: Well, yeah...but you have to do more than shoot things as a ranger General.
Sylvanas: Yeah, King Anasterian already told me about my "Special General Duties".
Tim: What...what would those be?
Sylvanas: Well, he said that I have to put on this little red dress, and then I have to take my hands and -
Tim: NEVERMIND! God, this isn't going to end well.
Sylvanas: Otters are supposed to be happy, Tim.
Tim: I AM NOT AN OTTER!
Sylvanas: Whatever, I'm going to go grab my pants.
Sylvanas gasp loudly, calling for Tim.
Tim: What? What is it now?!
Sylvanas: Tim! Look!
Tim: ...where did your pants go?
Sylvanas: THE PIRATES HAVE COME!
Sylvanas dashes off to intercept the Pants Pirates, leaving Tim to contemplate where he went wrong in his life.