If I'd been born a peasant they might've left me out in the woods to die.
Drinking and lust, no man can match me in these things. I'm the God of tits and wine
It's a strange thing, the first time you cut a man. You realize we're nothing but sacks of meat and blood, and some bone to keep it all standing.
Speaking as a fellow second son, I've grown rather used to being the family insult
