So you proles didn't like it, then?

You would think that anyone would appreciate wise words in a temple of rats. Well, I've already learned to lower my standards. I suppose I just need to lower them a little more. Except that I am too busy at the moment. A fresh crop of crow and magpie babies demand my attention. The old ones scream at me, mobbing, the moment I appear.

Well, let them scream and swoop. The ugly little babies perch on the ledges of windows, looking in with their blank, black eyes. Halibut waits in a black heap. He knows how to open windows. Oh yes.