Whilst I uphold da spirit of thy father, Zod, it is neither he nor I who forgives, as mercy will be scarce, for my tongue will bestow insurmountable lashings upon thee puckered orifice of this jezzebelle for she will cry out in sweet agony for da name of da hol(e)y father. Zodomy is of his will and it his will that will not be subdued.