Stop crying, you sniveling ass! Stop your nonsense. You’re just the afterbirth, Eli. You slithered out of your mother’s filth. They should have put you in a glass jar on a mantlepiece. Where were you when Paul was suckling at your mother’s teat? Where were you? Who was nursing you, poor Eli- one of Bandy’s sows? That land has been had. Nothing you can do about it. It’s gone. It’s had. You lose.
DRAAAAAIIIIINAGE! DRAINED DRY, ELI, YOU BOY. I’M SO SORRY. IF YOU HAVE A MILKSHAKE, AND I HAVE A MILKSHAKE — THERE IT IS, THAT’S THE STRAW, YOU SEE? AND MY STRAW REACHES ACROOOOOOOOOOOSS THE ROOM AND STARTS TO DRINK YOUR MILKSHAKE