texts: No quarter asked.  No quarter given. </s> <s> Don't you laugh even inwardly at the heroic balderdash you spew? </s> <s> Cut me open.  Find out. </s> <s> I've struck my blow. </s> <s> With spittle?
labels: I've poisoned you. HAROLD  Lucretia Borgia?  Something I drank or touched?  You refused a cigar.  That's it! Potassium cyanide in the humidor! Treacherous lover of peace!