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The rodents, their size unusual.
Wesley, likely to die in the morning
Wesley, not shutting up
Prince Humperdink, his four fastest ships still in port.
Humperdink, not to 50
Vizzini, unable to comprehend
Fezzik, his rhyme with peanut
The albino, his throat cleared.
The dead, only mostly.
Max, his wife a witch
Inigo Montoya, his father slain.
Vizzini laughing after draining his goblet.
“To blave,” the dread pirate wheezed
Westley saying “As you wish.”
