A course I'm different. I'm higher than all a you, my life has worth and I'm as fuckin' mighty as they come. I'm goddamn royalty, after all. I hawe the wery HATCHRIGHT to say these things and to make these calls. It's within' my fuckin' DUTY to know what's weak and what's strong and who belongs where when it comes to the grand scheme a things; and you are definitely nothin' more than worthless dirt that would go rather nicely beneath my shoe.

[His tone stays even, obviously no real anger on his end, just a calm tone that seems more provocative than anything else.]

Just trust my word, I know these things and you're glarin'ly obwious in where you're meant to be when it comes to place--or when it boils down to who's strong and who isn't. It's easier to just accept it.

[Eridan's pretty confident in this, when he comes from a race that kills you for being too weak and all, he's got a pretty good idea on the topic. or so he thinks, anyway.]