Thee shall each alehouse, thee each gillhouse mourn.

It tells the audience the punch was thrown, they hear a knap, and the victim is 'injured'.

I just found $20 on the ground, no cap.

The inventory keeps growing, and the latest recruit is a dwarf spheroidal galaxy, meaning no gas and not many more than 10⁶⁻⁷ stars, that has the bad luck to be almost on the far side of the galactic centre from us.