For when he knew his Rival freed and gone, / He ſwells with Wrath; he makes outrageous Moan: / He frets, he fumes, he ſtares, he ſtamps the Ground; / The hollow Tow'r with Clamours rings around: …

May you die roaring like Doran's bull!

I'm getting kind of tired. Could we finish tomorrow?

Both men were completely, and very actively into this face fucking! Suddenly Bill pulled off of Jim's meat and said,