I’m far too proud of my last status.

5:00am and I’m determined to stay up for a bit longer since I have to work at 11pm. The sun is coming up but I can sleep through your shit you sun! I do it on the regular! I CLOSE MY EYES AT YOU.
Me: Nay, as they dare. I close my eyes at them; which is a disgrace to them, if they bear it.
Sun: Do you close your eyes at me, sir?
Wine: No.
Me: No, sun, I do not close my eyes at you, sun, but I close my eyes, sun.
Wine: Do you quarrel, sir?
Sun: Quarrel sir! No, sir.
Me: If you do, sun, I am for you: I serve as good a man as you. [zing!]
Sun: No better.
Me: Well, sun.
Wine: Say ‘better:’ here comes one of my master’s kinsmen.
Me: Yes, better, sun.
Sun: You lie.
Me: Draw, if you be stars. Wine, remember thy swilling blow.
(We fight)