Enjoy myself? There's a worm in my brain, I'm surrounded by idiots, and all I've got to drink is wine that tastes like vinegar.

You could've asked me to do the same - to throw myself at her, what I wanted be damned. But you didn’t. And I’m grateful.

I love this time of year. The dickheads start popping up.

Kiss my arse. I'm the Lord of Murder - I'll show you why.

Fine, I guess I'll just stay here and eat dirt or whatever.