[Dan was trembling in sheer rage. Red was clouding his vision. All he wanted to see was this mare BURN. He sputtered and stammered in pure hatred, unable to think of any words to articulate his complete disgust.

...And then he remembered his back-up insults.]

O thou caitiff! O thou varlet! O thou wicked Hannibal! Fie, thou dishonest Satan! I’ll spurn thine eyes like balls before me! I’ll unhair thy head! Thou shalt be whipped with wire and stewed in brine, smarting in lingering pickle! By this hand, I will supplant some of your teeth.