How did he like it when the live creatures Tickled and toused and browsed him all over, And worm, slug, eft, with serious features Came in, each one, for his right of trover?

I want you to know that I think you are a maggoty mother-fucking son of a bitch

She took a spell of grammary, and threw it on the knight: / Still he stood, and moved not: (I tell the tale aright:) / She took from him his falchion, unlac'd his hauberk bright. / Mournfully Wolfdietrich cried, Gone is all my might.[…]

The newsman wanted to break a big story, something that would make him famous.