You are entering a world of pain. My ancestors are smiling at me, Imperials. Can you say the same? Whatever your tastes, Magrathea can cater for you. We are not proud. It’s just, eventually we’re all gonna move on. It’s called growing up. Most of the Houses have grown fat by taking few risks. One cannot truly blame them for this; one can only despise them. Words are in my not-so-humble opinion, the most inexhaustible form of magic we have, capable both of inflicting injury and remedying it. Well, you're safe and sound now, back in good old 1955. Defy Noxus and taste your own blood. They’ve got as much sex appeal as a road accident.

Harry, is that bag smiling?

After all this time? Always.