SID 6.7: Just because I'm carrying around the joy of killing your family inside me doesn't mean we can't be friends.
Lindenmeyer: Oh my god.
SID 6.7: Which god would that be? The one who created you? Or the one who created me? You see, in your world, the Lord giveth and the Lord taketh, but in my world, the one who gave me life doesn't have any balls.