(In a plains biome) [player]: "There! Base is done! No mob's going to get through THESE defenses!" (A Wither Skeleton suddenly strikes [player]'s shield) [player]: "Whoa!" Wither Skeleton: "Finally! I've been waiting for this!" (The Wither Skeleton continuously strikes at [player]'s shield) [player]: "Hey! Stop it!" Wither Skeleton: "I've been waiting to get my revenge, filthy Piglin! You will pay for what you've done to my pet Strider!" [player]: "What are you talking about? I'm not a Piglin! I'm a player! And I haven't done anything to your Strider!" Wither Skeleton: "Liar! I saw you and your kind attacking my Strider and stealing its soul! You will never get away with this!" [player]: "I think you've got the wrong person. I haven't seen any Piglins or Striders around here. Maybe it was someone else." Wither Skeleton: "No, I'm sure it was you! And now, you will suffer the same fate as my poor Strider!" (The Wither Skeleton charges at [player], but then...stops as her sword breaks)