“– Deadly strike! Your father killed for less.
– Don't get worked up, no rash decisions, times have changed... We need the people's anger, and then we'll crush this beer monopolist.”
One. Two. A spark of resentment ignites a fire of rage. Ushumgallu jumps up faster than a drawn bow. His voice is like thunder.
“They're robbing us, brothers, robbing us! In broad daylight, you **&""£... – the essence of this popular curse roughly translates to "son of a snake and a rat, satisfying dogs."
He grabs a heavy, tall bar stool and slams it on the villain's head. If he doesn't reach, he'll throw it straight at the ugly face.
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers