Hello, O lowly ones.
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Westley:
"To the pain," means the first thing you lose will be your feet below the ankles, then your hands at the wrists, next your nose.
Prince Humperdinck:
And, then my tongue I suppose. I killed you too quickly the last time; a mistake I don't mean to duplicate tonight.
Westley:
I wasn't finished. The next thing you lose will be your left eye, followed by the right . . .
Prince Humperdinck:
And, then my ears, I understand. Let's get on with it.
Westley:
Wrong! Your ears you keep, and I'll tell you why. So that every shriek
of every child at seeing your hideousness will be yours to cherish,
every babe that weeps at your approach, every woman who cries out:
"Dear God, what is that thing?" will echo in your perfect ears. That is
what "to the pain" means. It means I leave you in anguish, wallowing in
freakish misery, forever.
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I am a fan of quirky humor, and quirky horror. Of course, my own quirky eccentricities do not excuse this.
Constructive criticism is your friend- always remember that. Especially when it is constructive.
'Icky'
reviews will be punished with death by bradburries- and before you ask,
you don't want to know. You only need to know that it is horribly,
excruciatingly long, and painful, to boot.
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but take out the spaces!
yep. that's it.
for now, anyways... muahaha.
Regards,
fc
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