Our overlord. He is eternal. We shall follow him into the light and watch the world burn beneath our feet, but we will stay living under the rule of our King.
"Rum is our King."
"Oh, really?"
"Yes, but only on Sundays because that's when we feed him."
"What?"
"Yeah, he only likes pine seeds and blackberries."
"What is he, a bird or something?"
"Yes."
"I-"
'It is a vile drink that turns even the most respectable men into complete scoundrels.' Usually gone on account of Mrs Elizabeth Swan, either for the likes of bonfire or to amuse an audience.