It tasted ... poisony. Turned out, I just didn't rinse well. So much for my theory that my landlord at the time was trying to kill me. He drew out his exhalation to make his point. A long, needless point.

Request that law enforcement put out a Be On the Look Out (BOLO) bulletin.

Or think of a decent young citizen in a toga - perhaps too much dice, you know - coming out here in the train of some prefect, or tax-gatherer, or trader even, to mend his fortunes.

If you're not at heart a typhlophile, you might be a bit short-sighted yourself.