~A plague on the whole stinking lot of ya, without morals or laws. And all you whores got no laws. You got no honor. It's no wonder you all emigrated to America, because they wouldn't have you in England. You're a lot of savages, that's what you all are. A bunch of bloody savages. A plague on you. I'll be back.~

All that ill-willed abuse, from a man with an equine eponym.

Hot, aint it?

You been talking about the queen again Bob?

Hell, I even thought I was dead 'til I found out it was just that I was in Nebraska.