Yet the food you have eaten or wasted might have saved the lives of a score of wretches who made the food but did not eat it.

What immortal end did you serve?
or did they?
Consider yourself and me.

What does your boasted immortality amount to when your life runs foul of mine?
You would like to go back to the land, which is a favourable place for your kind of piggishness.

It is a whim of mine to keep you aboard this ship, where my piggishness flourishes.

And keep you I will.