"Violence, war, and anger. These are the things I dream of" Greg spoke.
"A lord never feasts when his people starve you see" Rowley replied
"Out of turn once more you ingrate and shall lash you with your intestines maggot!" Greg roared back.
"Everything alright in there...?" asked Mrs. Jefferson
"The revolution begins with the seed my dear madam" Greg replied.
"Well, ok then..." replied Mrs. Jefferson
"You peasants are too foolish to see my true vision, my true genius!" Greg spat.
"Eugenics should have been continued, specifically for you children of gnats!" Greg spat.
"Well, excuse me." said Mrs. Jefferson.
"Excuse you indeed, dog-woman! A peasant does not spoke to a lord unless they wish to be a spoke upon a wheel and hung!" Greg said.
Mrs. Jefferson said, "21 gon get the stick. Flexin on dat ..."
Greg's hand slammed on the table and he said, "Silence woman!"
"I feel like me and taylor might..." Mr. Jefferson trailed off noticing the building resentment.
"What trash do you beans listen to in this hovel!" Greg railed.
"Braille you..." said grabbing Greg by the ear and yanking him away.
"UNHAND ME!" Greg bellowed and bit violently into Mr. Jefferson's hand.
A chunk of 's flesh dislodged itself into Greg's mouth, and blood welled up into it also.
Greg gagged at the coppery salt taste and began vomiting.
Rowley drop-kicked Gregory in the balls so hard that you don't even want to know.
Greg screamed and projectile vomiting onto Mrs. Jefferson who had spun kick to make a massive gouge across Greg's forehead.
"Blood and earth! Blood and earth!" Rowley screamed as he began stomping on Greg's testicles.
"You shall live and die a man with no children" Rowley screamed.
Greg screamed and began biting Rowley's leg.