“Shall thy good uncle, and thy brother Lucius, and thou, and I, sit round about some fountain, looking all downwards to behold our cheeks how they are stain’d, as meadows, yet not dry, with miry slime left on them by a flood?”
It takes over one thousand scorpions tips to make a single gram of iocane powder.
“Aren’t you a little short for a Stormtrooper”