You wasted my genius on such trivial things. Chilling drinks. Tricking insects into euphoria so their ichor would not curdle your precious brew!
I created a colossus for you! Tall as a mammoth and twice as strong. Cold as the empty voids of Oblivion! What use did you put it to? The preserving of meat!
I have taken the reserves. I will stir in them a flame so bright the very stars will cast shadows, and from that darkness shall I rise like the sun!
My only regret is not seeing your face as your world falls out from under you, as mine did that night on Balding Hill!