Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and good with ketchup.
BALLS OF STEEL
It appears I have burst into flames.
There was even going to be a party for you, a big party. I was going to even invite your friends and the companion cube, of course he couldn't come because you murdered him, and all your other friends couldn't come because you don't have any other friends because of how unlikeable you are. It says so right here in your personal file, unlikeable, liked by noone, a bitter unlikeable loner whose passing shall not be mourned.
There's nothing like sliding a long silver bullet into a well-greased chamber.
What cat?
My blood cries out for the vengeance of my people's blood. Which can only be repaid with twice as much blood! Or maybe three times as much blood! Like if you went to hell, and it was full of blood, and that blood was on fire, and it was raining blood, then maybe THAT would be enough blood... But, uh, probably not.