I look at them straight in the eyes.

"Do you have no fear?" They shout. I chuckle, and respond:

"No. You all are ants beneath my feet. Why would I bow down?"

They look back at me, with irriated looks. My smirk grows.

"You would not live a day with him, or any of his minions."

I interrupt, saying: "Maybe a few. If I'm lucky."

They smile a little. "Your sense of humor is... admirable, at the least."

I don't know how much they know about me, but it's good.

I look at the curtains.

...I look at the curtains...

It begins.

I'm finally ready to go home.