I deserve your money! And more than you!

I know a lot of stuff. Many people also.

They all came to get drinks with me, because I’m so worthy of fealty. Today isn’t your birthday even at all.

At my restaurant I get the special food. You get something that isn’t on the menu, like mush. You can try my food if I take mercy.

I wrote my name down all over the place, so you can look at it more often. Clem Whelpsley.

You forgot to bring me the right beverage. I wanted one and you were nowhere to be found. And it was the wrong one.

I don’t want to have to remind you that I could destroy you with my mind immediately, but I am about to wield Power.

One of my friends from the school has a really big house right next to the school. I’ve been there many times.

My parents are very important. They gave birth to me and are generally all-powerful. They know me and many other people whom your parents don’t know.

Fealty isn’t just words. It’s measured in your actions. You didn’t get me anything for my birthday, or at least not anything good. I could destroy you.

They made a world for me. It’s Outside. But it won’t be right until it’s got no bugs. I’m not picky but I am deserving.

When I go out, all the people move around on the street for me so I have something to look at. If I wasn’t here you’d be spinning in circles inside your bedroom.

Every bird is there to be eaten.

I prowl the streets like a beautiful cat. You are a mouse to me, or a rare bird. I leave you by the garbage.

It’s time for my club. Its members are growing rapidly, and if you haven’t already joined you’re embarrassing yourself. In the era of Power everyone will pay fealty.

“My parents appear determined to wreck my digestive system from having any beautifying effect ever.” - As one would imagine I didn’t say this, though a close relation struggling with beauty did.

Once I’ve built Power the fealty club will be magnificent. One photograph of me will be found on every wall and ceiling. You are fit for the floor.

That photo you took of me wasn’t beautiful at all. I wasn’t in it, or you put me in it the wrong way. I take all the photos that I’m in, and you’re nowhere.

At my party the bouncer knows all about me.

I met someone today who was effectively your God, but fealty to me—we’ll call them Music—and transitively I’m your God. I’m going to Music’s party next time.