I do this for a living. It’s not a, not a fucking parlor game.
Don’t call me sir. I work for a living.
Gunnery Sgt, Ensign Seeger, Sir.
Yes, sir!
I am your king.
In the end, their king fell. And the source of their power was taken from them.
There is a natural order to this world, and those who try to upend it do not fare well. This movement will never survive; if you join them, you and your entire family will be shunned. At best, you will exist a pariah to be spat at and beaten-at worst, to be lynched or crucified. And for what? For what? No matter what you do it will never amount to anything more than a single drop in a limitless ocean.
Listen, strange women lyin’ in ponds distributin’ swords is no basis for a system of government. Supreme executive power derives from a mandate from the masses, not from some farcical aquatic ceremony.
Help, help, I’m being repressed!
Hey! You’ve been messing about with me in my kip!
Pretty bold talk for a one-eyed fat man
What squinky eye?
Is that Your answer, Old Man? I guess You’re a hard case, too.
Kids; Can’t live with them, can’t shoot them.
Kids! What’s the matter with kids today?
They’re here already! You’re next! You’re next, You’re next…!
Somebody has to look after my daughter and grandchild, while you’re out carousing with a bunch of Neanderthals.
It doesn’t matter, as long as it is not a boy!
I’m… not a man.
I am what I am. I am my own special creation.