This is the guy who bloody stole my boots. See how dead he is? Gripping my boots like that, white knuckles, a face like a fist clenched by fear, his last moment. So unpleasant, it must've been, stealing my boots - my boots that I take back now and pull on. Right. It ain't easy, doing that, with my cloven feet and all. A fearful sight, I tell you. Yeah, nobody steals the old goat's boots off his feet and lives. Nobody.