Mr. Rood: "A pox upon thee!"
Gentleman: "I cannot express my exlcamitory phase, so I shall sit here and drop my monicle!"
Gentleman drops his monicle, shattering at Mr. Rood's feet.
Mr. Rood: "Fool of a took!"
Mr. Rood: "You should ingest a rather LARGE amount of stool softener, good sir! Maybe then you will not be so wrought with terror and angst!"
Gentleman dies of a blockage in his colon.
Mr. Rood: "Off to the opium den!" [grin]
EDIT - LOL!