Destiny is terribly cruel. But no matter how much misfortune the gods torment me with, I will face my destiny. Because of that, I fought, and I fought, and I fought some more... And then, I finally found my answer. There truly was joy beyond the pain. Now, it is time for the performance to begin. I shall now wring destiny's neck. <From a certain man's memoirs>
God, would you shut up already?
هلّا صمتّ فحسب؟
Dein Geschwurbel geht mir am Arsch vorbei.
Je m’en fiche, abruti.
Vuoi stare un po' zitto, idiota?
Quem liga para isso, idiota?
— Когда же ты заткнёшься?