If you are going to stay up until all hours carousing with low-life, drinking the Devil's potions, treading the Primrose Path to Perdition, licentiously licking up Lucifer's liquors, consorting with Unfortunate Women until all hours, and then reeking of rum and rotgut and probably riddled with Black Catarrh and worse, you'll come slinking homeward and bring into Dear Old Mom's place the aroma of despair and degradation and feel really terrible in the morning. But lo! Mom still loves you and will welcome you back with rejoicing for Mom rejoices more over the return of the one which was lost than over the ninety-and-nine that have never strayed from her wise teachings, those who have never fallen from Righteousness. And your siblings, those Marvelous MOABites whose sole goal is to continue the noble ways left to them by the unique Khandu (may he, she, or it rest in Peace!), they too will feast upon the fatted calf at you return and may, in their goodness, even share with you the crumbs of their table.