And on the off-chance you're in a Devil's Triangle (two dudes, one girl): NO, NO, NO, NO, I HATE THIS, I HATE THIS, IHATETHISIHATETHISNONONONONONONONO. I'm sorry.

He is so darned pig-headed.

The Freſhneſs of this Valley ſmote their Eye, And drew them ever and anon more nigh, 'Till cluſtering round th'Enchanter falſe they hung, Ymolten with his Syren Melody;

One of my Polynesian sailors lay at death's door with blackwater fever.