*Ryker appears, a book in one hand, his Desert Eagle in the other.*
Monster, yew say?
*Ryker opens the book, pointing the muzzle of the Desi at a page.*
Only ae monster 'as nae regret fer the lives 'e takes. Ae monster fails ta recognize the sacrifices o' the men udner 'is command, claimin' success as all 'is own. Monsters will do anythin' ta sway ae people an' leave them be'ind their success, usin' them as sheep fer the slaughter. Whit sep'rates man from monsters is restraint. Of all qualities, restraint impresses men the most...
*Ryker slams the book shut.*
...sae it is written in the Book o' Ryker...
You quoted Collin Powell there, didn't you? I see what you did there!