True, true. You have recognized me for what I am. I shall go back, out of the company of Decent Folk, and once again consort with my companions of the cloaca. Alas! I did try to improve my lot, but it was not to be! Not for me fine clothes and a knighthood! I shall henceforth experience naught be degradation, corruption, and decadence. I shall tread the downward path to perdition, and it shall be the fault of Amos if my soul is lost to the joys of Eternal Salvation.