Nah, you've got it backwards.
"FOOLISH DWARVES! Gaze ye upon your destruction, for I am Umomsobith, scourge of a thousand worlds, devourer of all that lives. For centuries I have bided my time in my adamantine prison, awaiting the day I might be released to resume my reign of death and decay. Yea, the reward you shall reap for my freedom shall be torment unending, hellish agony for all of eternity, for not even death shall grant you release from the pain I am about to unleash upon you. All souls within these halls shall be made to suffer; your anguished cries shall echo across the mountainside as a trumpet-call, heralding the end of all things. Weep, ye dwarves of Wheeldaggers, for-"
"No time for that, young man! You need to start cracking on that order of green glass goblets!"
"-your young will drown in rivers of blood; the stench of decay as your pathetic mortal shells decay will... wait, what?"
"Goblets! We need glass goblets!"
"I, uh... I don't think you're quite understanding this. Look, I'm the destroyer, right? Prophecies of the end times, any of that ring a bell? The black devourer, bringer of the apocalypse, doom of all creatures upon the earth?"
"Well, I don't care who you are. I am the Mayor, and I say we need those goblets!"
"You don't get it, do you? You can forget about the goblets. Goblets are irrelevant. The end is upon you, dwarf! I am Umomsobith! I bring you pain and torment undying!"
"Do it in your own time, then. A hobby's all well and good, but some things need to be saved for after you're done with your work."
"You don't pay me at all, you bleeding sack of pus! I--uh, wait. What's that behind you?"
"I don't know what's up with the younger generation these days, too wrapped up in your little apocalypses and eternal damnation and whatnot..."
"Wait, turn around. Look over there, is that... yes, it is. There's a great huge pile of freaking glass goblets right over there."
"Oh, yes, I know. Disgraceful, isn't it? Here we are, we're practically a mountainhome in our own right, and this is all the goblets we have to show for it?"
"WHAT?! Look, dwarf, right behind you is the largest pile of goblets ever amassed anywhere in the world. It's practically a mountain in its own right. Any day now you could have expeditions from other dwarven kingdoms arriving to colonize your mountain of green glass goblets. How the hell could you possibly want, let alone NEED, any more gobl--wait, did it just move? What the hell?! There appears to be a small child trapped inside your pile of goblets... you have a child literally SWIMMING in your gigantic heap of goblets. Look, I've seen some pretty sick stuff, being the incarnation of pain and terror, but this... this tops them all."
"Yes, fine, fine, whatever. Look, I can't spend all day listening to you moan, I've got goblet factories 5, 6, 10-14, and 19 all falling behind schedule. Honestly, I have no idea how they'd ever manage to get by without me..."
"I... urrrgh. I think I feel a headache coming on. I'm going to go back to the adamantine prison and lie down for a while."