You simply collapsed, sir. In layman's terms, your body revoked its permission for you to continue heaping abuse upon it.

My disinterest in your bullshit is so tangible you could make bricks out of it

There are only three people in life you can never fool--pawnbrokers, whores, and your mother. Since your mother's dead, I've taken her place. Hence, I'm bullshit-proof.

It was strange, how readily authority could be conjured with nothing but a bit of strutting jackassery.

What kind of knife is this?” Locke held a rounded buttering utensil up for Chains’ inspection. “It’s all wrong. You couldn’t kill anyone with this.

You simply collapsed, sir. In layman's terms, your body revoked its permission for you to continue heaping abuse upon it.

Enlightenment! When it comes, it comes like a brick to the head, doesn't it?