Logically, coal should have been imported from the P’ing-ting-shan mine which is far closer to the Wu-han market.

That's me, a holy greased pig, slickering away out of the fumbling hands of evil.

It stinks worse 'an kyarn.

Come to apologize to Charles. I was bloody to him and he's my guest. He's my guest and my only friend and I was bloody to him.