Are you certain, brother, that you can speak of idiots like that? 

That you are qualified to insult them right off the bat? 

Hm. I wonder just how many humans remain sane

And do not succumb to what is clearly their bane.

Oh, here she comes. My dear pet Owl, you bring me news? 

Oh. Is that so? Show me, my muse. Show. Me. Your. Blues.

...These uncouth! Wretched! Sorry excuse of a human! 

You dare destroy my olives where it all began? 

Is this what has become of our gift of democracy, father?

Tell me, is anyone still worthy of our high favor? 

No, these people no longer think for themselves.

Look, they have everything, yet their minds are empty like their shelves.