It's all on video: me mugging to the camera, the crash of the falling tyre, my initial recoil, then the blood draining from my face as I look down and discover the fingernail gouged out of my flesh just dangling there cadaverously.

The Bundahishn chapter is here given in outline, renderings from West's translation being sometimes adopted verbatim.

The salesman persisted in quoting a rate higher than was listed, until we called him on it.

Then tracers laced the sky in front of me. Forget the shooting! If I get distracted now, I'll buy the farm anyway!