I'd like to help you, but I'm busted.

You think you’re real now you’ve got a couple sticks? My favourite younger, he got stabbed in my bits. And if he died fam, I promise I’d have quit.

Then forth he brought his snowy Florimele, / Whom Trompart had in keeping there beside, / Covered from peoples gazement with a vele […]

When her left hook connected with his nose, blood skeeted out and stained her top.