Thallus you sodomite, softer than rabbit's fur, or goose's marrow, or an ear
lobe, or an old man's drooping penis, and the cobwebs there; again Thallus
greedier than the driving storm, when †the ram shows them off their
guard†, give me back my mantle which you have swooped down upon, and
the Saetaban napkin and Thynian tablets which, idiot, you openly parade as
though they were heirlooms. Now unglue these from your nails and return them,
lest the stinging scourge shamefully score your downy little butt and delicate
little hands, and you unaccustomedly heave and toss like a tiny boat surprised
on the vast sea by a raging storm.
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