‘Gods and fuck,’ he growled in his graveyard whisper. The councillors were silent instantly, and aghast. He stood and spread out his arms. ‘I have been listening to you for hours,’ he hissed, ‘spewing your trite horseshit. Platitudes and desperation. You are ineffectual.’ He made the word sound like a soul-blasting curse. ‘You are failures. You are pointless. Get out of my boat.’
