"...You severed the Sith legacy! You're nothing but a bunch of ignorant fools who happened to wield the Dark Side Force!" Marka Ragnos roared.
"You lot clung to outdated scraps. Wasn't getting wiped out by the Jedi Order once enough? You even stuck your faces out to be wiped out a second time. Your so-called golden age was nothing more than cowering at the edge of the Milky Way Galaxy and barely surviving!" Darth Malthael shot back.
"We restored the Sith's glory!"
"And then squandered it all in a single year!"
"We laid the foundation of the Dark Side Force!"
"Ha! You relied on the Jedi Order's teachings to defeat the Sith, then used Sith bloodlines to refine the Dark Side Force. How much of it did you actually research yourselves?"
"We resisted the Jedi Order for a thousand years!"
"Then how many Jedi Knights did you kill? How many Galactic Republic planets did you occupy? How many of their fleets did you destroy? Have you even seen what Coruscant looks like? Tell me, how many levels does Coruscant have?"
"Th... three thousand seven hundred!"
"Wrong! Five thousand one hundred and twenty-seven! You don't even know what Coruscant looks like, yet you pitifully waited to die in the Outer Rim. What right do you have to call yourselves a golden age!?"
"Five thousand years ago, it had three thousand seven hundred levels!"
"Oh right, so you know that was five thousand years ago! You old bachelor. Do you know what the Milky Way Galaxy is like now? Do you think your tricks from five thousand years ago still work?"
"You... you damned little chick!"
"Then you're an old bachelor who spent his whole life hiding in a tomb and never dared come out!"
"I'll tear out your soul... then..."
"Then