It was said that some time ago, two simple-minded brutes who had previously known only how to use their fists had, with just their tongues, verbally reduced a God of Poetry from the Temple of Poetry to tears.
One of them had opened directly with a barrage, starting with, "I have never seen such a shameless person," followed by a genealogical inquiry that thoroughly reviewed the other's ancestors back eight generations.
The other had struck a pose, beating a wooden fish while offering instant salvation for his opponent's mother on the spot.
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