Stand up, Alfred Packer, you voracious man-eating son of a bitch. There were seven Democrats in Hinsdale Country and you ate five of them! I sentence you to hang until you are dead, dead as a warning against reducing the Democratic population of the state.
Better sleep with a sober cannibal that a drunken Christian.
I have spoken of love. It is hard to go from people who kiss one another to people who eat one another.