*Kioet grabs the fanciest-looking bottle, opens it and pours himself a glass*
Kioet: This better be poisoned.
*Kioet picks the glass off the table and drinks*
Kioet: a little strong...
*Kioet pours himself another*
Kioet: ...but not strong enough.
"Without strife, the victory has no meaning. Without strife, one does not advance. Without strife, there is only stagnation."