"You're the butler for someone who drinks blood out of the fridge and you call him master? Hold up, you don't get to judge me for the cannibalism thing when you have a brita pitcher of blood in your fridge!"

He is not letting that one go.

"And I wasn't friends with a cannibal. I was second in command of a cult army ran by a cannibal." Wait.... "which sounds way worse! Never mind. Forget that part. I'm a vegetarian now anyway. That's beside the point. What the fuck dude?"