And now I'm using sarcasm, to confess the whole thing so later I could say I already told you.

I want answers now or I want them eventually!

Let him submit to me! Only the god of death is so relentless, Death submits to no one—so mortals hate him most of all the gods. Let him bow down to me! I am the greater king, I am the elder-born, I claim—the greater man.

Remember that postcard Grandpa sent us from Florida of that Alligator biting that woman's bottom? That's right, we all thought it was hilarious. But, it turns out we were wrong. That alligator was sexually harassing that woman.

Hunger is insolent, and will be fed.

We're goin bowling. If we don't come back, avenge our deaths.

Thou shalt not take moochers into thy hut?