for the future one credible Witness proveing the Fact, and supported by probable Circumstances, or the Mainor being upon Search or otherwise found with or upon the Malefactor[…]

Laduma rolls himself a skyf. It's cheap Swazi and rakes the lungs, but it's skyf nonetheless.

Said Naomi, “Another doctor in a starched white lab coat told me I was going to be taking a six-foot dirt nap. That is, in about three years, I was going to make the old celestial transfer.”

Did the salesman tell you anything new, or was he just full of hot air?