You are nothing more than a leprous attic-dweller, and may you stay that way until you are pulled down to the sauciest depths of hell, for I would not give a farthing to spare your stenchy soul from the hungriest hands in Hades, you bottle-beaked scuff-rug.

We present to you Leviathan: The Musical, a brilliant stage adaptation of the true story of Thomas Hobbes…

The host takes two twenties and a ten from his wallet, folds it neatly, and puts it in Mommy’s hand, closing her fingers around it.

“You can tell a lot about a person based on their shoes. It’s true.”
“What can you tell about me from my shoes?”
“Let me see them.”

The sound of hoofbeats is approaching. They are coming for him. The door to the apartment begins to splinter, a horn protrudes through the wood. He shrugs.

Later, this man went into politics.