(..) bullet in his gun. Ingenious. Like all great performers, you saved your pierce do r'sistance for the end. A chemical weapon, distilled from cyanide. and refined in the bellies of swine. Had it worked, your followers in parliament would have watched unharmed as their colleagues were (..)

(..) From my pocket. I snipped this of a rather common rat at the slaughterhouse. Notice the bluish discolouration. The faint smell of almonds, and traces of cyanide. Now we know what the ginger midget was working on. - It will revolutionise warfare. - Yes killing a lot of people. (..)