Max had a gorgeous round, pale face surrounded by light brown curls, and he would say things like, May I have a biccy, Mummy?

That one glass has gone to my head, that is, touched my brain; slightly, to be sure, but enough to weaken my will.

That leaves Flash, Waterfall, Fly, and (not a HM, but needed in much the same way) Rock Smash for another HM slave.

The executioner’s blade is incised with Christ’s crown of thorns, and with the words of a prayer.