O young John Talbot! I did send for thee To tutor thee in stratagems of war, That Talbot’s name might be in thee revived When sapless age and weak unable limbs Should bring thy father to his drooping chair.

Disguising himself, he ventured into the countryside, where he spied a muni meditating beneath a plane tree.

Shown with the foregoing, the desperate and blastworthy Puss in Boots

[…] have a nice talk with your roommate about how it really rustles your jimmies when they slam the door after their 3 a.m. bathroom trip every night.