"The Choice between Good and Bad," said the Lord of Dark in a slow, careful voice, as though explaining something to a child, "is not a matter of saying 'Good!' It is about deciding which is which."
Dolf uttered a single bark of laughter. "You're mad!" his voice boomed. "Can you truly not know that you are evil? You, the Lord of Dark?"
"Names," said the Lord of Dark quietly.
Dolf uttered a single bark of laughter. "You're mad!" his voice boomed. "Can you truly not know that you are evil? You, the Lord of Dark?"
"Names," said the Lord of Dark quietly.
"Flush out your headgear, new guy. You think we waste gooks for freedom? This is a slaughter. If I'm gonna get my balls blown off for a word, my word is "poontang"."
—Animal Mother, Full Metal Jacket
