I serve the gods. The gods demand justice.

— You already drank yourself across the Narrow Sea.
— In a box. Why stop now?
— Because we are talking about the future of our country.
— The future is shit.
— Just like the past.

Hypocrisy is a boil. Lancing a boil is never pleasant.

— Why no shoes?
— Because I gave them away to someone who needed them more. We all do that. It stops us from forgetting what we really are.