Just... a slide of my claw, slice open your trachea, bisect your spine...
I wonder if there is an open reward.
Probably several. I could make millions.
Nay; billions.
Ah, my dear Emperor, you are a very lucky man. Share your bed with a less fortunate man of my ability and you would surely be dead right now.
The blue-skinned creature slithered up the bed, fingers, such as they were, inches from the mans neck. He pulled it back, placing his digit into Fearson's ear. The skin broke and the small worm worked it's way out. It crawled into the ear of Fearsons, still soundly asleep, and gently chewed through the skin and bone with it's acidic saliva. Fearsons felt no pain... he slept, never rolling, never snoring. As the worm worked it's way through his head and finding it's eventual stopping place on Fearson's brain stem, the Emperor felt nothing. The Skey'g'Aar smiled.
I will call for you later. And you... get some rest. Tommorows morrow will be an interesting day. An interesting day indeed.
Zeratul faded into mist again, and the Emperor awoke from a small pinch in his ear...