I think it's extremely funny how in Irish mythology people can get fucking literally cursed from just getting dunked on really hard
mistreating a poet and he tells everyone "oh yeah!! you should stay at the prosperous house of king bres, his hospitality knows no bounds, you'll feast on hard stale bread and sleep in the finest dark cramped rooms in his palace" and then all your luck just fucking dies from embarassment
all your luck just fucking dies from embarassment
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Yes~