Now Cynder takes on Kollector. Let's do this!
Kollector: If you knew cold or hunger, you would respect me.
Cynder: I have known them, and I don't respect thieves.
Kollector: Then you delude yourself.
Cynder: What do you want with me, Kollector?
Kollector: My slavers need breeding stock.
Cynder: Hell no.
Kollector: Shao Kahn would pay handsomely for beauty such as yours.
Cynder: Tell that little shit there's no way in hell I'd become his concubine.
Kollector: Too bad that mouth of yours diminishes your value.
Cynder: You're some of the worst kind of scum.
Kollector: You have a problem with tribute collectors?
Cynder: Try the very idea of tribute.
Kollector: I take what I want.
Cynder: Try it and you'll end up armless.
Kollector: There is no reward without risk.
Cynder: You don't intimidate me, Kollector.
Kollector: I am stronger than I look.
Cynder: Yeah right.
Kollector: Your enhancements are worth much.
Cynder: These blades aren't for sale.
Kollector: For now.
Cynder: Keep away from my family, Kollector.
Kollector: Ah, so you do value them.
Cynder: That's it. You're about to lose an arm. Or six.
Kollector: Shao Kahn means to collect you.
Cynder: If that coward wants to fight, tell him to fight me himself.
Kollector: Insulting the Kahn will not go unpunished.
Cynder: You and Moneybags would get along fairly well, I'd think.
Kollector: He sounds like someone who understands the value of tribute.
Cynder: On second thought, he'd smack you with a bag of ill gotten gems.
And that wraps up Kollector. Yes I couldn't resist throwing in a Moneybags jab. It was kind of expected with both in their most basic being all about money/gems/currency. Though Kollector is definitely creepier about it, hands down. Anyways, next time our cultural tour of Outworld comes to a close with the final kombatant before we move into the next section. And I saved this one specifically for the end for a reason. So who is it, and why? Tune in next time to find out! Same time... same channel!