
WELL. WELL. WELL. LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, WE HAVE A PRETENDER.

PATHETIC. WEAK AND UNWILLING TO TAKE WHAT IS YOURS. YOU ARE A STAIN ON YOUR TITLE.

YOU WERE NOT BEING SPOKEN TO.
I did my time as Lord Angestan. Frankly, an eternity. At least I'm happy where I am, can you say the same?

OF COURSE. I AM A MOTHERFUCKING *MESSIAH* OF MIRTH.

AH. THIS ONE KNOWS HER PLACE. GOOD.
Oh well. Good luck with all of that, I guess. I'm happy on my path, if you are happy doing. Whatever conquest worshipper bullshit that you want to stick to doing? Sure, I hope it brings you joy.

HEY. DON’T BE FUCKING MEAN TO FOURS, WEIRD VERSION OF MY SON.

BE SILENT, FALLEN FATHER. YOU ARE A HUSK AND A SHADOW OF YOUR PROGENY. I HAVE NO TIME FOR YOU. BEGONE.

[UNASHAMEDUNMAKER HAS BEEN FORBIDDEN FROM REPLYING]
