He lost control of the vehicle and ran it into a tree.

He went through a couple of bottles of wine and made a speech denouncing wetbacks and Asian immigrants.

this little cockatrice of a king

Evelith Strange writes to Mrs. Makely from Altruria: Do you still keep on murdering and divorcing, and drowning and burning, and mommicking, and maiming people by sea and land? Has there been any war since I left?