Roget: Why? Why should I? Give me one reason why I should demean myself by doing a woman's job? Why? Nay, you see there's jobs for women, there's jobs for non straight 'caucasian' mons, that's either in the back alley or in the back garden, gettin' AIDS or doin' my crops, now you? You with your little poindexter personality an' your punkass behaviour has the gall to stand up, well metaphorically speakin' of course, to me, nay, ya don't get it do you? I am a God among you? I am naught but your saviour, you hear? Now what you're goin' to do is put the glasses on the table, put down that book, 'cause hell, that's one of the many, many flourishes of you which makes you what you are? A pathetic. Peabrained. Perpetually. Virginial. Freak. *Steals Alice's book, burns it in a fireplace. Then pushes Alice into the kitchen* Ya dig? *Walks away cackling to himself gleefully.*
As to what once, it now is. For this my retirement tour, let us commence, forevermore, forevermore.