You, on your knees...
Some call me the Dark Lord, you can call me Master...
Some take delight in the carriages a rollin' and others take delight in the Hurley and the Bowlin', I take delight in the juice of the barley and courting pretty lasses in the mornin' bright and early...
"Imagine, right, imagine the part of you that was you when you're speaking to me, isn't you, but that the you that's yu when that's happening, the real you is the you that ... Shit, what was I saying? It's all about society, isn't it? Morality's just ... What?"
No, I wasn't drunk last night. You've never seen me drunk. You stared at the coving for half an hour. So? It takes more than that to get me drunk. You knocked over a bowl of nachos, trampled them into the carpet, then shouted at a complete stranger that it didn't matter because Mexicans were dirty anyway. - pause -
"It was an accident. I was joking. You ate them. You can inform the world that you're not drunk, honest, with the following declaration of sobriety:
"Imagine, right, imagine the part of you that was you when you're speaking to me, isn't you, but that the you that's yu when that's happening, the real you is the you that ... Shit, what was I saying? It's all about society, isn't it? Morality's just ... What?"
Declare your existential thinking with the following axiom: