Men. Don’t have much use for ’em. They don’t listen to the earth. They don’t hear the cries of the fish in the stream, or the eagle in the air.
Naw, I’ve tested men and found them wanting. I put their skulls on spikes to decorate my fences. Other than that, they’re good for nothin’.
That don’t mean I don’t want a servant. I still got one spike left on my fence post.
Ya want the position?