Adieu Jim.You made Johann Lamont look brilliant, which is ironic, seeing you and Mags stabbed the woman in the back.But you are a wonderful example of "whit gaes aroon, comes aroon!"
Ha! whare ye gaun, ye crowlin ferlie? Your impudence protects you sairly; I canna say but ye strunt rarely Owre gauze and lace, Tho faith! I fear ye dine but sparely On sic a place. Ye ugly, creepin, blastit wonner, Detested. shunn'd by saunt an sinner, How daur ye set your fit upon her - Sae fine a lady! Gae somewhere else and seek your dinner On some poor body. Swith! in some beggars hauffet squattle: There ye may creep, and sprawl, and sprattle, Wi ither kindred, jumping cattle; In shoals and nations; Whare horn nor bane ne'er daur unsettle Your thick plantations.