Mama! I'm gay. –I know you're gay! I've known you're gay since you were five-years-old and you wanted that doll Suzie Q for Christmas instead of the dump truck your daddy wanted to buy for you. I know you're gay, Ty. I've always known, but could we please just bury your grandmother and get on with life, could we?! Because I think I'm going to explode any minute if any more shit hits the fan today!
Our ancestors, well, they were terrible people. They robbed, lied, pillaged, and killed until one day they found themselves noblemen. But that nobility… it never came from chivalry. It came from being tough and ruthless. Back then, to be called a "gentle man" would've been a death sentence... not the mark of honor it is today. We are Oxfords, not rogues.