I'm getting pretty tired of being the comic book industry's butt-monkey.

It must be due to my good karma in past lives that I heard about this, and that I was given ten taels for the maintenance of my mother by a man who advised me to go to Huang-mei to interview the fifth patriarch. After arrangements had been made for her, I left for Huang-mei.

Somebody belches or farts. Somebody else says, usually primly, 'More tea, Vicar?'.

Him that..this gentlewoman is in such a hoe about.