“Elegantly accomplished," said Nehemiah Trot. "I shall compose an Ode. Would you like to stay and listen?”
“Mister Trod?" said Bod. "Tell me about revenge.""Dish best served cold." said Nehemiah Trot.”
“Of all the organs, ' said Nehemiah Trot, 'the tongue is the most remarkable. For we use it both to taste our sweet wine and bitter poison, thus also do we utter words both sweet and sour with the same tongue. Go to her! Talk to her!”
“Listen, O lord of the meeting rivers,things standing shall fall,but the moving ever shall stay.”
“Stop staring at my dick," he growled.Oh, yes it was definitely an illusion. "Barrons loved me staring at his dick,"I informed it. "he would have been happy if I'd stared at his dick all day long, composing odes to its perfection.”
“Perchance, I would listen. Have you said anything?”