"You insolent brat, how dare you humiliate This Seat!"
"What? You're not convinced?"
Watching Old Man Yellow beaten into a pig's head before him, Hogg felt all the resentment from his journey vanish. He rubbed the Emperor's mohawk in a gesture of utter defiance:
"I'm telling you, Old Man Yellow, can you just let us have some peace of mind? Guilliman and I were only gone for seven years, and you've already caused such a massive disaster. If we'd stayed away for a few more years, wouldn't you have collapsed the entire Empire?"
Although Hogg had confirmed the Emperor's identity, Horus still couldn't believe the pig-headed man before him was his father. He pulled out a treasured poster to compare them repeatedly.
On the poster, the Emperor looked heroic and majestic, clad in golden armor with his sword pointed toward the heavens. Anyone who saw this image would marvel at the grand ambitions of the Master of Mankind.
Looking at the bruised, purple-and-blue, swollen-eyed Ogryn-like face before him, Horus pointed at the poster and asked:
"Is the person in this painting you?"
"It shouldn't be me, but I was quite thin back then!"
"I don't think this is you at all."
"I told you, that isn't me either." Snatching the poster away, the Emperor pointed at the female version of the Emperor in the painting, who was wearing erotic armor with her thighs exposed, and roared:
"Horus, I never expected you, this rebellious son, to be such a pervert! What do you take me for? Is this really how you see me in your heart?"
Having had his little secret exposed, Horus looked everywhere but at the Emperor and hurriedly snatched the poster back. However, this action was tantamount to admitting the fact that he was indeed a pervert.
Perhaps