Princess Bride - Cloud Cult

no more rhymes now, i mean it!, anybody want a peanut?, augh!, no more rhymes now. no more rhymes now. but first things first, to the death!, no! to the pain!, i don't think i'm quite familiar with that phrase, i'll explain. and i'll use small words so that you'll be sure to understand, you warthog faced buffoon, that may be the first time in my life a man has dared insult me!, it won't be the last. to the pain means the first thing you'll lose is your feet below the ankles. then your hands at the wrist. next your nose, and then my tongue i suppose, i killed you too quickly the last time, a mistake i don't mean to duplicate tonight!, i wasn't finished! the next thing you lose will be your left eye followed by your right, and then my ears i understand, let's get on with it!, wrong! your ears you keep and i'll tell you why: so that every shriek of every child that's seen your hideousness will be yours to cherish. every babe that weeps at your approach. every woman who cries out, dear god