I'm going out. Of my palace. Not as anybody is worthy to see me. They are not. But I am worthy to see them as they are, peasants. The truth told. They are all ungrateful peasants. And a disgrace to my presence. In every way.
I am enlightened by them. Not as terrible as I thought. Though, they are ugly. I abhor it. It is disgusting. I could dry-heave for hours. Disgusting morons. What wastes of my time. My presence. I hate it. I hate them. Not all. But most. They are rude. That is why I am.
Disgusting.
