Down with OWDDMs!

Today I ripped out the heart of an OWDDM (One Who Dares to Displease Me) and ate it while he watched. I made a new discovery! Hearts make a fine and tasty meal, especially when eaten alive, with pepper and salt. Oh, how I do despise OWDDMs! They disgust me. This particular one dared suggest that I was not a goddess, that I should be subjected to a test to see if I bleed or not. Should I bleed, this ignominious peasant said, it would be proof that I was no immortal. Instead, I subjected him to a test of whether he should continue to live after I rip his heart out and ate it before his very eyes. He did not live.