The quality of mercy is not strain'd. Please droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven upon my face beneath.
T'will be twice pressed. T'will presseth him that bleeds and him that needs.
'T is mightiest in the mightiest: it becomes the rounded Goddess better than her gown. Her sphincter shows the force of temporal power, the attribute to_awe_and_majesty...
CUT!!!
wherein doth sit the dread and fear of queens; But mercy is above this sphinctered sway, It is enthroned in the farts of queens...
I DON'T DO GAS, BITCH! FIND ANOTHER MUSTACHE JOCKEY!
