"There are wheels within wheels within wheels, insect. In the secret palace of my Master they speak of intrigues that shall not bear fruit for a hundred years yet. Nay - a thousand years, or more. Move and perfect counter-move, set against dynasties yet unborn."

"And this hangover cure you've mixed me, it, uh... It advances those... agendas. Agendae."

"Subtly. Yes. Drink. I draw back the curtains now."

"Hgghhhh."