Hell no. No. No. I don't need to explain anything... you may bring happiness... but I shudder when I see that other word. You are disgusting.
I may like liquor, but that is the only thing of use you bring me. Maybe your Mafia... but... they're all nerdy white people. What can they do for me? Nothing.
Heh... The only downward spiral you will be going on... is a journey through that wormhole over there. You see that? Yeah. Sorry, pal. It's just not your week, is it?
Oh my god, these jackasses again?! I don't even know what this means. You are worthless. You do not deserve your title, Emperor. Hand it over, now. Next time I see you... I won't ask so nicely.
Hmmm... I like the storms... that's... that's pretty cool, Mr. Davis. Impressive. But what? You brew "bitches"? What does that even mean? You must explain more... satisfy me.