But forst him gape and gaspe, with dread aghast, / As if his lungs and lites were nigh asunder brast.

I am turtle soup, gator soup, tenderloin catfish, shrimp saute Shrimp Samantha, fried shrimp, stuffed shrimp, peeled ice shrimp, Crabmeat au gratin, berled crab, stuffed crab, Shrimp Newberg, Shrimp etoufeé, Bananas Foster, Hubig’s Pies, Roman Candy, pralines, and hucklebucks. . .

The figure of speech finds full expression in the description of how to pick up women: Tie a rope around the leg of a bitch magnet and throw him out a car window while cruising slowly through a crowded area.

So, Mologna said, a lot of you social misfits, pennyante heisters, cheapjack four-flushers, and miserable hopeless losers figure you'll help the Police Department of the City of New York find the Byzantine Fire, is that it?