Satyricon
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:28:01
Lead turned to gold in his hands,
his hair blacker than a crow.

:28:04
He was over 70 and still going at it.
:28:07
Even his dog wasn't safe around him!
:29:05
What? You've already cooked it?
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Without even gutting it?
:29:10
And this is how you bring it to me?
Call in the cook!

:29:13
You cooked it whole...without gutting it?
:29:16
Mercy, master, mercy!
:29:17
Tie him up and whip him!
:29:19
I made a mistake. Have mercy on me!
:29:21
Pardon him, pardon him!
:29:27
What are you waiting for, you wretch?
:29:29
Gut it here, now!
:29:38
How wonderful!
:29:40
Thrushes, fatted hens,
bird gizzards!

:29:45
Sausage ropes...
:29:46
tender plucked doves...
:29:49
Snails, livers, ham, offal...

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