"I promise I won't get political tonight."
Me, unpromted, after a of half of glass of apple juice (it had no alcohol in it): They're incestuous aliens, Duncan!
Blood-Magickers and tyrants who've burnt our lands, enslaved our people, dragged us into their wars without a mote of respect for our history or our customs!
Every pale-haired brat they saddled on us has been madder on the last, gods know how!
The only honorable thing a Targaryen can do for this realm is finish on his wife's tits!










