Uriah Olathaire: The Lord of Mankind is the light and the way, and all of his actions are for the benefit of mankind, which are his people, so it is taught by the holy words of our order and above all—
"Apocalypsis": There is no one to hear you.
Uriah: I DON'T CARE what you say anymore! You have done what you feel you need to do and I'll not buttress your ego with self-righteousness by playing around any longer! You listen to my words yet hear nothing — end this charade!
"Apocalypsis": As you wish. No more games... (drops the disguise and fills the room with light)
Uriah: You...!
Emperor: Now do you understand the futility of what you do here?
Uriah: You are... the Emperor!
Emperor: I am. It is time to go, Uriah.
Uriah: "Go?!" Go where?! THERE IS NOWHERE ELSE FOR ME IN THIS GODLESS WORLD OF YOURS!
Rick Sanchez: So what are you, like, the Devil?
Mr. Needful: (visibly anxious) What— sorry?!
Rick Sanchez: I dunno, store comes out of nowhere, all the shit's old and creepy... so what are you, the Devil? Demon? Leprechaun?
—Rick and Morty, Something Ricked This Way Comes
The old man knocking at the door asks if you'll be kind.
Two crows in the sky circle close behind.
Give him a cup of what you've got: beer that's cold, or coffee hot,
A bowl of stew if you've a pot, whatever you can find.
Pattern's always weaving, more than you can see,
But courage, wit and kindness, strength and honesty,
Can weave the pattern 'round you better than you know.
Take the old man's blessing that he’ll give before he'll go.
Who is that gone down the road? You never got his name.
He never said where he's bound, or said from where he came.
What comes after, who can tell? Earthly heaven, earthly hell—
But did you treat him ill or well, then you will reap the same.
Always be kind to travelers, wandering near or far.
Always be kind to travelers; you don't know who they are.
Two crows in the sky circle close behind.
Give him a cup of what you've got: beer that's cold, or coffee hot,
A bowl of stew if you've a pot, whatever you can find.
Pattern's always weaving, more than you can see,
But courage, wit and kindness, strength and honesty,
Can weave the pattern 'round you better than you know.
Take the old man's blessing that he’ll give before he'll go.
Who is that gone down the road? You never got his name.
He never said where he's bound, or said from where he came.
What comes after, who can tell? Earthly heaven, earthly hell—
But did you treat him ill or well, then you will reap the same.
Always be kind to travelers, wandering near or far.
Always be kind to travelers; you don't know who they are.
