Dark Salutations, Mortal,

You have some gall commanding Me in such a manner. You overstep your
authority and for that you shall wear My true disfavour for one year.
Learn your place, mortal, 'ere My ire of yore come to the fore.

Next time, address your demands to someone of your stature and to
someone who cares about your mewling.

In Darkness,
Lord Twilight Trismegistus

Penned by my hand on the 24th of Sarapin, in the year 326 AF.