I love the bouquet of rotting flesh.
When people die, they soil the sheets. Blood, s***, urine. I can take care of every stain there is.
There are more stains in heaven and earth than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
You mustn’t have an argument on an empty stomach. It upsets the balance of the day.
Postmortem excrement is the biggest stain challenge of them all.
Foie gras. It’s surprising how delicious a little cruelty can taste.
