A Generous Heart Repairs A Slanderous Tongue.

Look, I'm Not Asking You To Like Me, I'm Not Asking You To Put Yourself In A Position Where I Can Touch Your Goodies, I'm Just Asking You To Be Fair.

It Is Entirely Seemly For A Young Man Killed In Battle To Lie Mangled By The Bronze Spear. In His Death All Things Appear Fair.

Most Grievous Of All Deaths It Is To Die Of Hunger.

I Live An Idle Burden To The Ground.

And Now I'm Using Sarcasm, To Confess The Whole Thing So Later I Could Say I Already Told You.