Bowen:
[stuck in Draco's mouth, sees an arm stuck in the teeth and plucks it out]
Oh, good Lord! Sir Egglemore!
[throws the arm out behind him]
Draco:
Oh, thank you very much. It's been stuck down there for months. Can you get your buttocks off my tongue?
Bowen:
Why should you be comfortable? My armor is rusting in your drool and your *breath*, is absolutely *foul*!
Draco:
Well, what do you expect, with an old knight rotting between my molars?
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