Sheathe thy scalding jealousy O Crimson Barbarian!

Covetous wretch! Centaur has earned the love of his family. By standing long hours under a pitiless sun. Posing for photos. Cramming tourist lucre into his arm-garter. Bearing the beads of clan Trey Anastasio given him the night before. You sir have no right! No claim! You are lame. Away with you!