>>261, thou bootless fat-kidneyed mumble-news, be put in a cauldron of lead and usurer's grease, amongst a whole million of cutpurses, and there boil like a gammon of bacon that will never be enough until you drop into the rotten mouth of death, for thou art a leathern-jerkin, crystal-button, knot-pated, agatering, puke-stocking, caddis-garter, smooth-tongue, Spanish pouch with a brain as dry as the remainder biscuit after a voyage. And go fuck yourself.

>>264
Soothe my tired soul.