“I'll beat you like a red headed stepchild.”
“Drab?" Soldier yelled. "I'll give you drab. Beat her, would you? Beat my wife? I'll feed your head to the vultures, you snotty little hamster with your golden pelt and buttery looks!”
“The sunset like a blacksmith, was beating the sky into glowing red blades.”
“Sleep: the stepchild of Death.”
“If you so much as start to bow or anything like that, Dave, I'll beat you up. I swear I will.”
“Ocean, Ocean I'll beat you in the end.”